She paints a pretty picture but her picture has a twist her brush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist. Her collection grew big and deeper by moment till I asked her 'Do u wanna go to the lake.' We went to the lake and she pulled up her sleeve. Looks to the ground. She showed me her art so I showed her mine and said 'I'm an artist to'
Guys this will be the last time I post on here 4 a while. Sorry
