After the smoke clears and the storm has passed. I use to ask myself how long was the healing process going to last. Patience and unconditional love was the key for the pain. Although, I would never want to go through it again. Every time I enter a room the tattoos are always groomed. People will stare and smile, but they know I have survived. Survived a painful trauma, and I owe it all to GOD and my mama.(RIP) As I look at my tattoos by nature I truly know that I am one of GODS creatures. Until next time...Tiffany...
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