The tiny heart way down my calf was my seventeenth birthday present
to myself, I mean eighteenth, of course…
The name on my shoulder was the love on my life.
The wings across my lower back were his idea, but they’re
pretty.
The rose covered his name.
The bible quote on my forearm was important to me, I had to
get that, money issues be damned, because I needed that focus, that reminder in
my life.
The five dots on my hand were forced on me when I went in
for trying to run off on paying for the quote…
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