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Ink

Black & Red are the only colors I have

Some are shaded the rest colored in

Every one of them start a new beginning

It's art not marks & my body will never be the same

All unique none of them are plain

I have many but not enough

The pain while getting them gives me a rush

After every one I claimed I was done

But once something catch my eye I have to get another one

Everybody has an addiction

Mines happen to be tattoos
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