Cut
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Her body the canvas
She can't wait to explore
She picks up her brush
And paints red over the white canvas
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Her body the victim
Her murder weapon the killer
She slices the victim open
Not realizing you can't bring a dead body back to life
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Her body like wood and ashes
Easy to make, but hard to put back
She burns the wood to the ground making ashes
Not knowing once you burn the wood and it turns to ash you can't go back
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Her body like paper
Easy to tear, but hard to put back together
She picks up the scissors cutting the paper
She then takes the tape and tries to put the paper back together, but fails
Her body cut up and down
She then realizes she needs help
She reaches out, but no one is there
She cries in her room at night
Wondering what she did to deserve all this pain
She then took her life away like you would tearing a paper so easy no one cared.
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