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a little girl, perhaps 5-6, sits in the meadow and picks flowers. she picks the flowers slowly, meticulously. she looks up and sees a beautiful teenaged girl, with a long flowing dress and short hair with splotches missing. the teenager sits with the little girl. "what happened to your hair?" the little one asks. **"once upon a time, I picked flowers just like you. but I picked them all."** the young girl listens and keeps picking her flowers. **"I met a boy who promised I was beautiful and made me feel so."** the teenager begin taking the flowers and winding them together. she grabs her knitting needles out of her handmade purse and continues working on a hat to keep her hands busy. **"he always told me that my head was too pretty for me to be sad."** "Did he love you?" the little girl asks, playing with her hands. **"perhaps he did, but he never said that he did. he never told me."** **"after I ran out of flowers, I began pull- ing my long hair out."** "please don't end up like me." the teenager says, handing the girl the hat.
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
trichotillomania (haibun) (proem)
a little girl, perhaps 5-6, sits in the meadow and picks flowers. she picks the flowers slowly, meticulously. she looks up and sees a beautiful teenaged girl, with a long flowing dress and short hair with splotches missing. the teenager sits with the little girl. "what happened to your hair?" the little one asks. **"once upon a time, I picked flowers just like you. but I picked them all."** the young girl listens and keeps picking her flowers. **"I met a boy who promised I was beautiful and made me feel so."** the teenager begin taking the flowers and winding them together. she grabs her knitting needles out of her handmade purse and continues working on a hat to keep her hands busy. **"he always told me that my head was too pretty for me to be sad."** "Did he love you?" the little girl asks, playing with her hands. **"perhaps he did, but he never said that he did. he never told me."** **"after I ran out of flowers, I began pull- ing my long hair out."** "please don't end up like me." the teenager says, handing the girl the hat.
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
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