It’s 3:01am and we are awake. I say ‘we’ because it’s as if my body is in one state of consciousness and my mind is in another. The body feels rested, lazy and comfortable; the perfect recipe for a sound night’s reset. The mind, on the other hand, races at the speed of sound, no rest for the wicked or tainted.
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We are no different, we only choose different armour.
Dear Judge, Jury and Executioner,
There is something about being a part of the pierced, tattooed and modified club that comes with an immediate and infinite feeling of belonging. A club that exists because the world knows nothing but judgement; a club of people that have to constantly defend themselves to the masses regarding their personal choices, decisions and modifications.
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