Hair

Hair is like a picture frame.
The picture frame of the face.
Sometimes it isn't a nice picture frame.
Sometimes it is.
I always like to change my hair.
I've cut it short.
I've had it long.
Right now, I want to keep it long.
Right up to my bosom.
Boobing it I call it.
Ill probably get bored of it soon.
I've always wanted to cut it super short.
A pixie.
Like Tinkerbell.
Just like that.
I actually do think that cutting it all off is beautiful.
Most people don't.
I think it is.
I have wondered what I would look like bald.
I doesn't work.
My imagination doesn't go that far.
To far far away.
I guess it must be cool.
Guys at least have an idea of what their head is shaped like.
I don't.
I don't remember anymore.
You see when I was little I was bald.
As the eagle.
As the national bird.
The symbol.
My hair wouldn't grow.
So I was bald until I was around 5.
I forgot what it looks like.
I hope I'm no egg head.
That's gross.
I hate eggs.

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