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are not permanent ~ but ~ this is how mine felt like the shadows under the dead tree which leach blackness into the groundwater the tattoo scribbled on my skin as a teenager with a thick needle and ink ~ your name ~ a port wine stain birthmark which extends across my ******* skrimshaw on my own teeth the Rorschach patterns which diagnosed YOUR mental condition they shouldn't define ~ me ~ BUT SHOULD BE IMPRINTED ON YOUR FOREHEAD PERMANENTLY SoulSurvivor (C) 1/16/2017
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Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
bruises
are not permanent ~ but ~ this is how mine felt like the shadows under the dead tree which leach blackness into the groundwater the tattoo scribbled on my skin as a teenager with a thick needle and ink ~ your name ~ a port wine stain birthmark which extends across my ******* skrimshaw on my own teeth the Rorschach patterns which diagnosed YOUR mental condition they shouldn't define ~ me ~ BUT SHOULD BE IMPRINTED ON YOUR FOREHEAD PERMANENTLY SoulSurvivor (C) 1/16/2017
To the ex-boyfriend who tried to beat me up. He didn't succeed. I ran to a neighbor who called the cops. He did manage to leave bruises, though. I threw him out that day. To all battered women. My experience wasn't lasting. But it left a lasting impression. I can't even imagine how you must feel! I hope you find comfort and help!
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Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
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