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  • I wanted long hair so I could put it up in a bun at the top of my head and look like a real ballerina. I wanted long hair so I could stick pens into my bun while I was busy. I wanted long hair so it would cascade down my back while we made love. I wanted long hair so I could braid it around my head and drink tea on wooden porches and talk about bird migrations. I wanted long hair so I could have messy curls that fell softly along my face when I looked down because I was embarrassed of my own feelings. I wanted long hair so I could wear a t-shirt and shorts and no makeup and feel like a girl. I wanted long hair so you could run your fingers through it while we laid in that white room and pretended to love each other. But now I have long hair and I keep it up, hidden in it's twisted shape, held in place with pins to never fall out of place.
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