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... ing grand, nothing organized, just a group of lost kids pretending we were dangerous so no one would look too closely at how scared we actually were. I drew my first tattoos with shaking hands and stolen ink, lines that weren’t straight but felt permanent anyway. Each mark was a quiet rebellion, a promise to myself that I belonged to something — even if that something was broken.
Withdrawing was harder than getting in.
It meant cutting off people who had started to feel like armo ...
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