Due to the brevity and darkness of this piece, I have decided to leave a few lines blank, so not to spoil it.
Hey, let's face it bitch: You suck as an artist; you have no creativity, you're a fucked up, hopeless shitty person, a plagiarist, and anything you say is an airborne toxic event. Why the fuck are you even alive?
Those words cut straight to the core. Her blade cut straight to the vein. Her life faded to black.
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The Power of Words
"Darker than my usual, surprising even me. Be wise with your words because this could easily be true."
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