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The Art of Self-Destruction

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A disheveled room with a figure in all red, looked on by a judgemental person in the doorway.

Juxtapose

For a moment, I'm lost and serene.

A man travelling through a wasteland, beating on a drum as he rests.

Footprints

I wake up laid at the end of tracks leading back to all the things I’d said I wouldn’t — shouldn’t — couldn’t do.

A figure walking down a red-lit neon light alleyway.

C8H11NO2

Sip. Chew. Have a lil’ fun. I feel good… when I do.