He cut his hair and I'm pissed.
He chopped off his lovely locks and I'm pissed.
He shaved the sides and cut it off and I'm beyond mad.
That's my baby. I used to be able to run my fingers through his hair.
Scratch his scalp in places he couldn't.
He cut his hair and even though it will grow back in a month or so I'm pissed.
That was my hair too.
That was my hair he cut.
Took a pair of clippers and just hacked it up.
Shaved off the best parts of his head.
He cut his hair and I'm pissed.
A lost bet caused this bullshit and I'm pissed.
Don't even think about dying it. Blonde?! You're insane. Bet or no bet don't dye it blonde! Please! Fuckboi haircut was enough on my heart.
You'll break my heart more if you dye it.
Ugh, my love, whyyyy did you cut it off?!
He cut his hair.
Noooo...
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The Days With No Sun
PuisiSometimes we fear truth over reality. But things get dark and heavy and we play the blame game. We end up hurting others or ourselves even. We don't think before we act or we don't say before we do. This is the evolution of my madness. A cluster of...
