DEAD ENDS
I TOLD THE LADY WITH THE SCISSORS TO CUT OFF ALL OF MY DEAD ENDS AND I GUESS I FORGOT TO CLARIFY THAT I WAS REFERRING TO MY HAIR BECAUSE BEFORE I KNEW IT SHE RIPPED OPEN MY CHEST AND SNIPPED OFF THE PART OF MY HEART THAT BELONGED TO YOU MONTHS AGO ALONG WITH THE HANDS I USED TO HOLD YOURS
THE FUNNY THING ABOUT IT IS I DIDNT FLINCH
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