A/N
(this is not all my own)
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she paints a picture but the story has a twist,
her paint brush is the razor,
and her canvas is her wrist
she paints a pretty picture
in a colour thats blood red,
while using her sharp paint brush,
she ends up finally dead.
her pretty picture is finally dead,
quite slowly on her arm,
the blood is not racing though her,
she can no longer do harm
she painted her pretty picture
but her picture had a twist
you see her mind was a razor
and her heart was her wrist.
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Just Forever Depressed
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