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She paints a pretty picture Her favorite color is red The brush is constantly busy She paints for hours in her desolate room So secluded from reality It drips Too much paint causes damage to the canvas This canvas has become a mess It cannot be fixed But still she won’t stop So badly she wants help She cannot stop painting Addiction Paint is everywhere But it is now mixed with tears She ruined something so fragile and beautiful This painting has a twist Her eyes are swollen Her tears sting Too much red Fragile Beautiful Forgotten Broken Too much painting Too much red
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
Red
She paints a pretty picture Her favorite color is red The brush is constantly busy She paints for hours in her desolate room So secluded from reality It drips Too much paint causes damage to the canvas This canvas has become a mess It cannot be fixed But still she won’t stop So badly she wants help She cannot stop painting Addiction Paint is everywhere But it is now mixed with tears She ruined something so fragile and beautiful This painting has a twist Her eyes are swollen Her tears sting Too much red Fragile Beautiful Forgotten Broken Too much painting Too much red
mr-nobody
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
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