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Hair

My policy is typically tied up in a pony tail easy efficient out of my eyes But sometimes... it gets monotonous and tied to my more introverted me academic me I've tried braids brings me back to elementary school Several people called me cute Certainly, I embody a twelve year old I tried a headband not bad yet, the fluffy strands continue to get in the water fountain when I'm drinking Hair out? The first one I tried free but messy Everywhere in my eyes The me, that will roll down a grassy hill just cause So, which one is it or something...more? Is it just hair? Is it linked to my identity? I dunno But maybe I'll find out ... What is it to you?
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Written by
CynicalStrawberry
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Published
Oct 9, 2018
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#hair#braids#styles#free#introverted#identity
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