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she is a lovely painter but this story has a twist her paint brush is a razor and her paper is her wrist she paints a pretty picture in a color blood red because of her sharp paintbrush she ends up finally dead Her pretty pictures fading quite slowly on her arm because of her current state she can no longer do any harm
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
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she is a lovely painter but this story has a twist her paint brush is a razor and her paper is her wrist she paints a pretty picture in a color blood red because of her sharp paintbrush she ends up finally dead Her pretty pictures fading quite slowly on her arm because of her current state she can no longer do any harm
the first verse is not mine !
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
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