the curls

I have died before I could have lived

You straightened me out to death with your weapon

Always on the ready and quick to brand

I have died before I could have lived

I know that I would have been your source of pride and identity

The very essence of your self-esteem

Yet here I go hidden away, sometimes destroyed and burned

Yet for sure, slowly dying

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