I broke free

A part of me has died. The liar, the theif. He is gone. He wore the ponytail. The ponytail is gone. I had to make a decision to take life into my own hands and do something I didn’t want to do. Which was cut off my ponytail. I cried tears of freedom because I have been gone so long. I know my Self. I love my Self. The part of me that I hated has died. I have been “reborn” in a sense. I hope you all are having a wonderful day!

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That’s a shame I liked your ponytail

It’ll be back eventually

Keep the stache, though! You rock it really well!

Oh of course. The mustache was here before the ponytail.

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