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she was an artist of her own twisted kind of art she paints with razors instead of paintbrushes and her skin as the canvas she cuts open her wrists hoping her sadness will leave her system tonight she slowly drags the blade across her skin freeing her bottled up sadness she found a healing in the process of wounding herself feelings in the form of blood leaving her soul flowing out of her
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
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she was an artist of her own twisted kind of art she paints with razors instead of paintbrushes and her skin as the canvas she cuts open her wrists hoping her sadness will leave her system tonight she slowly drags the blade across her skin freeing her bottled up sadness she found a healing in the process of wounding herself feelings in the form of blood leaving her soul flowing out of her
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Nov 10, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
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