Pretty pictures

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12 March, 2021
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Her soul has became dark
Her wrist red stained
She loves the pretty pictures
That she paints

The scars fades
but the pains ain't
She loves the pretty pictures
That she paints

You think she's cold
But the reason hides behind the sleeves
she doesn't fold

Pain after pain
You don't know she's crying
You don't care enough
So she keeps lying

Cut after cut
You don't know how much it's hurting
She knows she can't stop
But she keeps trying

After cutting so many times
The familiar pain fades away
She has so much to say
She begs for the pain to stay

She cuts deeper
Doesn't care if she faints
She loves the pretty pictures
That she paints

Because of her addiction for red
She finally ends up dead
She will no longer love the pretty pictures
That she used to paint

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