Who do I trust? I trust me... said the tattoo on the arm of a young man I met last night... What a 'heavy' thing to carry on your arm all your life, I thought. Or should we all have been born, in the first place, with such an indelible mark graved on our bodies as babies, which would be a hell of a constant reminder of how freaking lonely we were actually gonna be? Sure thing that would have saved us a lot of pain... including the skin needling to get the tattoo done:) I guess that was just not a part of the master plan. You... glorious life...
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