You dream that you cannot cry, and that when the tears come, they are hair, and the hair droops down your face, burning your eyes, and then when you stumble blind into the kitchen and take scissors to cut the hair away, the hair is full of nerve endings, and the pain is blinding and blood spills from the filaments of hair tumbling out of your eyes. As if compelled, you keep cutting and keep weeping, and the hair keeps growing, endlessly, blinding and agonizing…
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