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Aug 2019
Smooth, so you slide down
Until you reach the middle

It's all tangled up
And you're not so little

You brush it away
And don't look back

You slide down further
Until you reach the end

And find that everything's
All knotted up again
I love my hair, but I hate it.
Ruheen
Written by
Ruheen  18/F/Here
(18/F/Here)   
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     ---, River, Lye and shamamama
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