she bled every hues of red
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Bold strokes of a confident hand,
The painting is a masterpiece,
Executed as planned...
The paintbrush was the razor
And the canvass was the wrist
Showing no remorse,
She felt at peace...
She was a work of art
Mixed with perplexity and simplicity
That no one could tell apart,
All she ever wanted was to depart.
Bold strokes of a confident hand,
The painting is a masterpiece,
Executed as planned...
The paintbrush was the razor
And the canvass was the wrist
Showing no remorse,
She felt at peace...
She was a work of art
Mixed with perplexity and simplicity
That no one could tell apart,
All she ever wanted was to depart.