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A hairdryer hums, then slips too far, heat where it shouldn’t be. My hair turns sharp at the ends, quietly changing shape without asking me. The smell stays behind like proof of a mistake that doesn’t need words. Outside, the air is cold, a simple thing that doesn’t explain itself. I walk through it anyway, not fixed, not ready, just continuing.
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 4:50 AM UTC
My hair
A hairdryer hums, then slips too far, heat where it shouldn’t be. My hair turns sharp at the ends, quietly changing shape without asking me. The smell stays behind like proof of a mistake that doesn’t need words. Outside, the air is cold, a simple thing that doesn’t explain itself. I walk through it anyway, not fixed, not ready, just continuing.
I burnt my hair v badly with a hairdryer today so now its black anf bits are falling out
#butn#hair
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 4:50 AM UTC
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