Have you ever seen a fighting fish? It fights. Till the very end. It retains it's beauty and glory till it's very end. It never says die and no matter what destiny has for them, they defy it. It will never say okay and accept what fate has in store for it.
Tribal? Well, all my three tattoos are of tribal designs so it has to be a tribal.
I have learnt from many past experiences that it's up to oneself to protect herself.
A fighting fish will always remind me that no matter what fate has in store for me, it's up to me to say okay or FUCK YOU, MOTHER FUCKER.
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