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I paint beautiful pictures on my wrist
That I only seem to like,
That I only seem to connect with,

People tell me to stop painting,
But why stop doing something that makes me happy?

The way the red pours across bathe canvas,
Contaminating everything it touches.

This is my form of art.

I cut beautiful pictures on my wrist

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