"Hair holds memories"
I think I do believe that because I refuse to grow out my hair since it brings back my memories.
Everyone begs me to grow out my hair and I shrug it off saying I simply don't like it long.
But they don't know.
But they dont know everytime my hair grows out just abit longer than it's supposed to be I see her.
I see that girl I tried to hard to get rid of.
The girl who only wished for death and numbness.
Everytime I see her I feel like panic attacks creeping up on me threatening that they'll take over me.
My hair is the only way I can tell the difference of me and her.
I can't risk going back to being her.
So I cut my hair.
And I always will till the day I die.
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PoetryHeya! This is basically a collection of like idk if it would be considered as poems but I'll call them that they vary from poems to just thoughts and stuff I never get to say out loud if u have any negative comments please keep them to urself. ps...
