A girl only cuts her hair under two circumstances.
Mark my words. Or maybe not.
It's either she's hurt or her hair pisses her.
A breakup, a loss, a trauma.
Her first attempt to seek comfort.
Her hair.
Somehow, when the scissors glaze through that hair she carried for so long, it lifts her of her suffering.
Briefly.
As she watch her hair she so adore
fall to the cold hard ground
Something inside her tells her she gotta do the same
The same with the emotional baggage in her heart.
Or mind.
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Poems of daily thoughts
Poesiajust my collection of poems i really love writing them :) / I update this everyday Maybe once or twice or even more/ These poems are how I feel/ a representation of what I go through, each day.
