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Erstwhile transpired a boi, His mane as jagged as a coil. His mother and father, Sent him much farther. Because his hair, Had too much flair. Off he went, Pass the jagged peaks, Accomplishing much daring feats. Hoping one day, His hair might show him the way. Whilst roaming the barren alleys, Despairing in solidarity. He comes across a valley, Astonished to discover a society, With hair just like his, coiled and jagged. They welcomed him warmly, Threw him a party. They knew of his feats, He had slain many beasts. In hopes of earning the favour, Of all those who he cross. But it was never enough, Becus his hair was just too rough, Either too much, Or not enough. While sulking in despair, He comes to a discernment. The only reason he ever hated his hair, Was becus of everyone else’s abashment. His hair is what makes him unique, And he won’t let anyone call him a freak, Ever again!
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Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 8:15 AM UTC
Chronicles of Spiky Hair Boi
Erstwhile transpired a boi, His mane as jagged as a coil. His mother and father, Sent him much farther. Because his hair, Had too much flair. Off he went, Pass the jagged peaks, Accomplishing much daring feats. Hoping one day, His hair might show him the way. Whilst roaming the barren alleys, Despairing in solidarity. He comes across a valley, Astonished to discover a society, With hair just like his, coiled and jagged. They welcomed him warmly, Threw him a party. They knew of his feats, He had slain many beasts. In hopes of earning the favour, Of all those who he cross. But it was never enough, Becus his hair was just too rough, Either too much, Or not enough. While sulking in despair, He comes to a discernment. The only reason he ever hated his hair, Was becus of everyone else’s abashment. His hair is what makes him unique, And he won’t let anyone call him a freak, Ever again!
Spiky hair boi is so sigma
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Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 8:15 AM UTC
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