She paints a pretty picture,
But the story has a twist,
Her paint brush was her razor,
And her canvas was her wrist,
She paints a pretty picture,
In a color that's blood red,
While using her sharp paint brush,
She ends up finally dead,
Her pretty pictures fading,
Quite slowly on her arm,
The blood is no longer racing through her,
She can no longer do harm,
She painted her pretty picture,
But her picture had a twist,
You see her mind was her razor...
And her heart was her wrist.
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All creds to my bestie allysha_nicole23
From her Instagram, a post a long long time ago. I'm not even sure if the post is still on her page😂😂😂
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