Monday, 27 May 2013

she paints a pretty picture, but this picture has a twist; you see her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist. She pains a pretty picture in a colour thats blood red, while using her sharp paint brush, she finally end up dead. Her pretty pictures faiding quite slowly on her arm. The blood is no longer running through her, she can do no more harm. She painted her pretty picture but her picture had a twist; you see her mind was the razor and her heart was just her wrist.♥

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