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No, I don't want to get a tattoo with you, I may not have a mark on you, but I'm covered in you. Our past has brought with it a dizzying myriad of hardships, Some by my hand, some by yours, The only difference is I've changed, And you still lie. No, I don't want to get a tattoo with you, Why would I share something so meaningful, When you keep so many secrets, Omit my existence to others, And lie to my face? No, I don't want to get a tattoo with you, Because the idea of looking at my body, And having a permanent memory of our lives, Is a sickeningly sweet lie I cannot face. No, I don't want to get a tattoo with you, It'd be fake, just like our relationship with one another, A lie we should've gave up on sooner. No. I don't want to get a tattoo with you.
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
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No, I don't want to get a tattoo with you, I may not have a mark on you, but I'm covered in you. Our past has brought with it a dizzying myriad of hardships, Some by my hand, some by yours, The only difference is I've changed, And you still lie. No, I don't want to get a tattoo with you, Why would I share something so meaningful, When you keep so many secrets, Omit my existence to others, And lie to my face? No, I don't want to get a tattoo with you, Because the idea of looking at my body, And having a permanent memory of our lives, Is a sickeningly sweet lie I cannot face. No, I don't want to get a tattoo with you, It'd be fake, just like our relationship with one another, A lie we should've gave up on sooner. No. I don't want to get a tattoo with you.
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
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