Today I woke up, looked at my pillow and saw a handful of hair.
I raised a leap out of bed and went to check my mirror image.
I Tried, pointless and desperately cover the blank spaces with the hair that remained ... I tossed the hair from one side to the other without any succeed.
At the peak of my anger I pulled the hair left, which came out at once, without showing the slightest resistance.
I froze at the scene ...
I tossed my hair strands back against my head in a desperate attempt, hoping that some magic linking the hair strands back ...
Then the hair strands fell, dead on the floor ...
So I started to be afraid... and I cried ... because I think that is what the weak do ...
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