She paints a pretty picture, but the story has a twist. Her paint brush is a razor and her canvas is her wrist. She paints her pretty picture in a color that's blood red. While using her sharp paint brush she ends up finally dead. Her pretty picture is fading quite slowly on her arm. The blood is not racing through her, so she can no longer do harm. She painted her pretty picture, but her story had a twist. You see her mind was her razor and her heart was her wrist.

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