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Stained

Where the hell am I, for God's sake how did I get here, what have I done to deserve this un-humane madness. I knew what I was doing, I had complete control of myself. It wasn't the alcohol nor be it the pills that were prescribed to me for anxiety. It was me in a nutshell, because that's who I am and that's who I will always be. I knew exactly what I was doing, when I was doing it, and why I was doing what I had done. It was a simple little piece of art that fit me to a tee. This little but meaningful tattoo of a heart showed others who I was and that it was meant for others to give them hope in life. That's all it stood for and all it was meant for. So why ask I, have I been snatched from my home like a spider from its web on your wall and thrown into this hellhole like the spider in a jar and tortured by the likes of a rulers' law. The ink that I have stained permanently on my left forearm for others to see and feel comfort will always be a part of me, like it or not you damn foolish bigot. For heaven's sake...let me out of this hellhole Satin. the ink on my arm the devil didn't like it it's for heaven's sake

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Date: 5/12/2025 1:45:00 AM
I enjoyed this. It's feels odd reading something that may or may not be true. If it is true, I'm sorry for the hell you went thru and want to know what the Tattoo says! I'm going with fiction because I don't like the thought of this being a reality. Very good writing. Congratulations, Charles ... CayCay
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Date: 4/6/2025 10:13:00 AM
Wow Charlie. Satan doesn't like ink, nor does he tolerate any opinions but his own superstitions and folly. Nice entry. GL :)
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