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Tattoos are scars we choose to keep-- words we want to carry, memories we fear losing; ink and needle are the self-inflicted stinging: the pain we choose to feel. art on our bodies-- out of our minds-- something real.

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22 / F

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Written by

XPY

22 / F

Published

Sep 11, 2021

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Notes: I have my father's name tattooed on my wrist not because I forgive him, but because I have forgiven myself and I choose to carry that with me.
Tags: #tattoo #art #scars #grief #memories #remembering #pain #emotion

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