Like split ends,
I need to cut you loose,
all your going to do is damage and destroy,
parts of the beauty that is left.
Your no good.
So as soon as I get rid of you.
I say no more,
to your evil intend,
but you say its just hair.
Slowly, dying away.
Your killing me,
leaving nothing but patches,
soon it will look like a corn maze,
dazed and confused you look,
but now its time, for something new.
Bye bye, to something that is meaningless and no more,
Hello, freedom of expression and new beginnings.
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