This long hair sticks out of my chest.
I yank and pull with much distress.
I pull and strain with all of my might,
This mighty long hair is putting up a mighty long fight.
And then i take a moment to see
What I'm unraveling is really me.
I do not like what i see.
So i sow back together what i think i should be
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