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in May I cut my hair as short as I dared and stood before you with bared neck. and then suddenly I didn't anymore resemble the little girl who sat on your lap, looking up,
Since 2nd grade, thats how long it's been I haven't cut my hair since second grade It stretched it long luscious fingers down my back  
A haircut It all started with a haircut seems kinda stupid But there it is   Pleasant smiles Suddenly became confused glares
Growing up, my grandmother’s house was a second home to me. Greeted by the smell of lavender and sweet peas, she provided a safe haven
I may not style it as often as you’d like But it was long, pretty and wavy. You loved it when I grew it out And you wanted me to keep it that way. But now I can’t maintain its beauty Nor its shine or shape.
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