Nobody Knows
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Last published Fri, Jun 13, 2014
She paints a pretty picture, But the story has a twist, Her paint brush is a razor. And her canvas is 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 not racing through her She can no longer do harm, She painted a pretty picture But her picture has a twist, You see her mind was a razor.. And her heart was her wrist.
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