I stare at the end of my braids
While I look at the split ends
And that feeling too fades
Absentmindedly
I maximise the volume of the music
While I feel the beats on my ear drums
I remain in senses and still loose it
Absentmindedly
I feel the warmth of the sun
While I decide what is wrong
My skin, I let it burn!
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