he always said what he loved most about me was my long hair.
i was so deathly terrified to get my hair cut
in fear he would stop loving me
my heart would stop every time i heard the scissors slice my hair
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my eyes would fill with tears
my mind would think of the horror on his face when he saw my hair
but him and i are no more
and his hold on me is no more
my hair has always been my safety blanket
my final connection to him
until now.
