Im witty, im gritty, im pretty in Ink
find me you cant, i dance with the weak
i flail and i moan and i lay with the dark
i move and i stumble, i've etched out my mark
beaten and bleeding, i speak tongues with the lost
my head is my reason, i care not for the cost
over and over, i memorize the deep scars
flat on back, seeing, i name all the stars
its tattooed on my body, my entire lifes tale
the movement of needles, across my skin, frail
worlds erupt, violent, i dont care what they think
this lost little girl, whos stories are in Ink
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