Poems

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She paints a pretty picture
But this story has a twist
Her paint brush is a razor

And her canvas is her wrist
She paints her pretty pictures in a Color that's blood red

Why using her sharp paint brush she finally ends up dead her pretty picture fading

Quite slowly on her arm the
Blood is not racing throw her she can no longer do harm......
I will put little story's along the pomes but other wise her you go 🍪🍪 and if people have really bad depresshion. Probablys. Just to let u know u can do this because I have bad depresshion problems because I get bullied and. I keep losing my family 💀💀💨💨💀💀💥💥💥💜💜💙 if you like this than vote comment

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