I got the obligatory “tramp stamp” tattoo when I was 21 or so. I had ended a three year relationship and it became a badge of freedom for me. It was of a hand drawn butterfly that the artist did for me. It was a done on the spur of the moment. I never regretted the tattoo, but I out grew the tattoo. I changed and grew as a person and it was time to cover the tattoo with something that was more meaningful to me.
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