"Black grays and blacker blacks define me. Color was never my style. But the red that pours from my heart and soul? The crimson that washes over me like a wave when a tide rolls in? That was different. It wasn't so much of a color as it was a symbol. And ironically, the only symbol that made me feel alive." It's no secret he was an addict. The guns, the cigarettes, and let us not forget about the alcohol. Drowning in the bottle, burning in the smoke, melting in the heat of the moment, it all seemed to be a part of his nightly ritual. They were his lethal habits. All because of his plagued thoughts. But these fixations, they lead to broken promises. And it's unsettling to know these promises can't even be mended considering such harsh goodbyes... It was the guns, and the alcohol, the cigarettes too. But Jason didn't even realize the most deadly addiction of them all; Temptation.
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