29 May 2012
Plucking one by one they fall to the ground. Quickly looking to see if anybody saw me. Each hair falling gently onto the floor. All the pain and worry escapes me, it all falls out so easily. Then I see what I've done, patches of my hair are now all gone. I start to panic, but I can't help it, it's an addictive habit.
Hair. • Opuss № I