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December 11, 2018
By Anonymous

I was growing with insecurities

Sadness

Hopelessness

They blended into my hair

I’d put it up in a bun

To get it out of my face

Off my neck

So I could breath


One day

It grew differently

It started growing with laughter

And joy

And hope

Yet the dark strands still connected



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