She smiles as the the knife dances across her wrist drawing a new picture over the old. The blood like crimson ink flowing down her canvas. She feels no more pain and suffering but happiness as her canvas is complete. She then frowns.....erasing her art and hiding it from the world as she thinks.....
They would never understand this....
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