Tattoos are stories.
Worn. Carried. Etched into flesh.
A moment—captured, held, inked into time.
Some shout. Loud. Unapologetic.
Some whisper. Hidden beneath fabric, beneath years, beneath memory.
Life moves—
skin stretches, softens, wrinkles—
yet the ink remains.
A reminder. A remnant.
A trace of who we were.
Who we hoped to be.
Tattoos—
A story? A statement? A symbol?
Or maybe just a way of saying,
‘I was here’.
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