Artist

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She may be an artist, but her ways are twisted.

Her paintbrush is a razor, her canvas is her skin.

It may look wrong to you.

But its her only escape.

She does it to feel pain because, she feels nothing at all.

But who would like to feel miserable.

Than have a distraction to it all.

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