Remind yourself to breathe, that's what everyone kept saying to me, breathe. How was I meant to do that? Here I was sat, my bare back was having 7 needles, moving at 45 vibrations a second, scrape through the skin living colours and lines down my once clear skin.
I must be insane. I didn't have tattoos I was a good boy, well I was two years ago, now here I was getting another tattoo. Arms, legs, hands, sides, nothing had hurt compared to pain that was threatening to rip through me now.
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