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He Paints a Pretty Picture
He paints a pretty picture, but the picture has a twist; you see, his paint brush is a razor, and his canvas is his wrist.
He paints his pretty picture, in a color that's blood red. While using his sharp paint brush, he ends up finally dead.
His pretty picture's fading, quite slowly on his arm. The blood is not racing through him; he can no longer do harm.
He painted his pretty picture, but his picture had a twist; you see, his mind was his razor, and his heart was just his wrist.
He paints his pretty picture, in a color that's blood red. While using his sharp paint brush, he ends up finally dead.
His pretty picture's fading, quite slowly on his arm. The blood is not racing through him; he can no longer do harm.
He painted his pretty picture, but his picture had a twist; you see, his mind was his razor, and his heart was just his wrist.
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Misery
Prompt Six