She paints a pretty picture
But the story has a twist
Her paintbrush was her razor
And her canvas was her wrist
she paints a pretty picture,
in the colour red
while using her sharp paint brush,
she ends up finally dead.
Her pretty picture is fading.
Quite slowly on her arm
the blood is not running through her.
she can no longer do harm
she painted a pretty picture
But the story has a twist
Her mind was her razor
And her heart was her wrist.
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EVERYTHING SUCKS
YEAH IT'S REALLY SUCKS LOL.
When you remember everyone .. but everyone forgets you...
Hahahaha👐🏻
Geez nowadays everything is so annoying.
I am annoying too nvm👐🏻✨
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