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I put a lesson on my skin, This time for the rest of my life. Again, victimized, decided to get used to my pain. It doesn't even hurt anymore, it's just implanted on the surface on my body. My never well accepted body. I don't write in rhymes anymore. Cause lost my passion for every little thing I loved to do or to make or to think and see and feel. This tattoo on my hand will remind me on not giving permission to anyone to be more important than me. Not to rely on another or something. The ink is now out of the dark.
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Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 2:04 PM UTC
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I put a lesson on my skin, This time for the rest of my life. Again, victimized, decided to get used to my pain. It doesn't even hurt anymore, it's just implanted on the surface on my body. My never well accepted body. I don't write in rhymes anymore. Cause lost my passion for every little thing I loved to do or to make or to think and see and feel. This tattoo on my hand will remind me on not giving permission to anyone to be more important than me. Not to rely on another or something. The ink is now out of the dark.
nepromišljeno ali sam odgovoran za to
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27/Two-Spirit
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 2:04 PM UTC
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