The girl had a painting
It was if who she is
She showed it to others
Others enjoyed the painting
She showed it to more
More enjoyed the painting
With more to love the painting
She grew to love herself more
Yet along came someone
Without notice left a mark
Never came backWithout noticing, the girl still continued to show her painting
Throughout time, more marks appeared
The girl never noticed till'
"They" appeared
"They" not only left little marks
But changed the whole painting
"They" wanted to see their enjoyment
Of their own her
As soon as "they" left
She soon sees
Her paintingNothing but a mess
She hated it
Then growing to herself
She slowly begin to hide the painting
Creating a new painting as decoy
She then showed it to some
Not to all
But only showed to so little
The so little enjoyed
The "painting"
But she didn'tShe grew more quiet
Using more paintings to show
She had a collection now
For any she could show
For any sort of type
It was the only way
To hide her true masterpiece
For she deeply wish to love againShe was use to the process
She was use to the collection
By now she had a collection to show
To all that she love
To hope they will love them
As well as her
Though to those she live did
She felt they were lying
And offered to let them
Leave their own mark
They refused and said it is just perfect
Hearing the saying did hurt
But she refused to let it showShe continued
Until he noticed
He noticed the paintings were off
He noticed she was off
The more he noticed
The more he realized it was not true art
He asked about it
She refused to answer
She tries to show off any other painting to distract him
He keeps rejecting them
Until she gives in
To show the masterpieceShe shows him the messed up masterpiece
All she saw was nothing
But a mistake
Yet he saw a chance
He offered to help
She stayed silent
Without hesitation he began to mess with the painting
She ignored, thinking it'd be nothing left
He then showed her the masterpiece
It wasn't like the original
But It was more better
It was as if
She could finally show it off
Again.

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RandomHaha get it? No? Anyways any small random idea that comes to head that I'll anyways share out in small story form. This may also include fandom crap so yeah. So here, it's either gonna be weird crap, fandom crap, sad crap, depressing crap, horrific...