I tried cutting all of my hair off.
It grew back.
I bleached it and destroyed it.
It grew back.
I tried ripping each follicle from my scalp.
The pain was unbearable, a worthy sacrifice.
It grew back.
No matter what I did, my hair kept growing back.
I can't run away from it, I can't escape from it.
It always grows back.
As long as I live, my hair will continue to grow.
I can continue this process,
Making these mistakes so I may learn from them,
But they want something else.
They don't want me to learn.
So they can go ahead,
Tear me apart.
Limb by limb.
Be sure that I cannot recover, that my limbs can not grow back.
I've given up on trying to learn.
