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I remember the days from 2 years ago, when the only thing I wanted to do was cry. And when I was finally done crying, I did the most cliché and expected thing, ; cutting my hair short. The thought to cut my hair never occurred to me again. Because I want to keep the length of my hair as a reminder, of the days I spent without you. Because cutting my hair again would be a betrayal, would be tricking my mind into thinking, "this is the end of my episodes..." I know it isn't the end.
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Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 7:04 AM UTC
it isn't the end
I remember the days from 2 years ago, when the only thing I wanted to do was cry. And when I was finally done crying, I did the most cliché and expected thing, ; cutting my hair short. The thought to cut my hair never occurred to me again. Because I want to keep the length of my hair as a reminder, of the days I spent without you. Because cutting my hair again would be a betrayal, would be tricking my mind into thinking, "this is the end of my episodes..." I know it isn't the end.
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Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 7:04 AM UTC
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