ғᴇʙʀᴜᴀʀʏ ʜᴀʟᴇ❄ᴅɪsᴛʀɪᴄᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ❄ᴅᴏɴᴇ

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Y O U C A N B R E A K E V E R Y T H I N G D O W N T O C H E M I C A L S

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F E B R U A R Y▲ H A L E God built me out of distressed remains, distempering me with a passion for art and ink. He then combined the two and placed a needle on the palm of my hand; he blessed me with an undeniable craving to scar skin tissue. My body is covered in these so-called scars. I have them splattered across my spine, my ribcage, the side of my leg, my arm. I've seen them so many times that visualizing myself without them has become borderline impossible. There's that, and the unnatural colour of my hair: turquoise with a hint of green. It compliments nicely with the grey of my eyes. Unfortunately, I've damaged my hair quite a bit due to the excessive use of cheap dyes. I don't remember much about my parents, save the fact that they left me when I was merely a child. I am neither happy or heartbroken with the fact, though I do wish they had left behind a reason. I was raised by my grandfather, 'Pa' as he preferred to be called. He was a serious man, never to be caught dead smiling. But it was okay, because there was a lot that was common between him and me. Like how we both liked to work in a silent environment, and could never focus with any sort of noise in the background. There were tiny quirks such as excessive blinking when we were confused, running our hands though our hair in frustration and utter dismissal of physical emotion at all times. {We both liked to keep our feelings a secret.} One of the few things that added up to our differences was his cold demeanour, one I never had the chance to truly decipher. It's the reason I've never been hugged or kissed on the cheek, but I know better than to blame him for who he was. He died silently with an IV pinned to his hand. I did not cry. If I wasn't clear before, I'm a tattoo artist. I had a close acquaintance who though that I wasn't putting my talent in good use. She taught me a beautiful form of art that I immediately fell in love with. I live in between district three scraps and polluted air. I am content. .:february lilith hale~district three~twenty-three~odair:.

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Done, I think. It's late and I'm a bit paranoid that I missed something. Oh well.

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