the ghost of my cut hair still haunts me i wish it could grow faster
the dreams of my childhood still come back to me in conversations with people who say i was only this short when they saw me last i wish i could grow quicker
they say when you cut your hair you have a new life (or something like that) but my fingers still **** when i run them through my scal- and every single day, i've forgotten just how long i've been my hair is rust in spaghetti form with lots of frays at the ends i remember i wanted to be a zoologist and model a-
theres quite a bit of symbolism here ****,,.,,, nice EDIT: the format got butchered but I think its fixed now!!