Once there was a little girl
Who wore her hair in braids.
And even though she grew up,
It never went away.
Once she had been innocent
A naïve girl, she felt no pain.
Now it's out of desperation,
She braids her hair in shame.
She twists each strand
With shaking hands.
The braids ensure her sanity
With a ribbon on the end.
That little girl was once me
So innocent and naïve.
Now there are tears streaming down my face
The braids keeping my hair in place.
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A/N: whenever I have a panic attack, I pull out my hair. That's what the braids are for...?? Idk, this is kinda confusing.
