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She has a masterpiece, on her wrists lines and curves, names that burn she just looks with her head down cause her blade is the only call she hears Trickling heavily, crimson onto her skin finishing her masterpiece, the one from within the piece thats more deadly than burning tears the one and only sin she decides to play They see her lie, they see her mask but they just let it go, without one question to ask it doesn't matter now, she has the cure to take away the sting, to feel something its her masterpiece and blade that call She never says a word, the girl that sees a witness to her bloody lines she's the only one who hears, everything she has to say but she's so sick and pale, that she just looks away leaving her head down She has a masterpiece, on her wrists lines and curves, names that burn a fresh crimson line, finishing it for her the only story to see whats inside white tiles turning red, and she just leaves with her head down.
