Girl in a Black Dress

Wearing one of her finest black dresses, she walks down the street.
Black flats are on her feet, and she her lips are curved into a smile that everyone thinks is sweet. 
But that smile on her face is the most fake one she ever had. 
Her life had been turned into a living hell.
In her hand is a razor blade, 
it is meant to be a paintbrush, 
while her canvas is her wrist.
But when she holds the point on it, a hand grips her wrist.
She turns around, and a handsome young man stands behind her.
"Put all your worries beside you." He said, "I have you now."

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