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Feb 2019
He always made me wear my hair down
Long golden locks cascading down my back
Swaying in the wind whenever I took a step
Until one day I was free
I wore that hair like a cloak
Perfectly framing my face
Hiding myself away from the rest of the world within
He searched and searched for years but could never find me
His commands eventually becoming my salvation
Written by
Samantha
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   Chloe
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