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Apr 2018
You was supposed to be by my side, and the tattoo in my right chest.
Because I knew I was meant to be forever beside your likeness.
But as the artist held it high, I said to hold off the needle
This type of names was not meant to be engraved on me who were certain people.
How could I make something permanent, when the only thing that stayed was pain.
And I would go through more discomfort putting her name for no gain.
So save that needle for someone who needs it, I am not a ******.
And hold off that needle for a patient, my right chest isn’t hungry.
You can put her name on with a needle, but you need to take it off with lasers.
Between the cost of putting it on and taking it off, it is not worth the labor.
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
(28/M)   
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