Twelve

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Worry filled me as I kept on repeating the negative thoughts in my head. Mean, rude, one that doesn't keep to her words. 

She said she loved her fans!


I tore at my hair in frustration. Holding the smooth and now clean surface of my head, one thought had finally come to my attention. Hair spread on the floor like I was at a barber's.



I had removed every single hair follicle on my head.





And I had a feeling it was not going to grow back.

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