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Where Things Go


I love the people

who can destroy their own art

Especially the ones that burn it.

Me?

I get too attached to the things I create

but I should get the fuck over it 

because we're all going to end up in the same place anyway.

And maybe if I burn my art

I'll have a few paintings with me

in Hell.

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