Rapunzel

I used to dream of you, a silhouette of those wooden trails in Southwood Lakes that still haunt my darkest hour. Those streetlights would light up the midnight sky, and I would look down North Talbot, promising myself that I would make it past these picket white fences. Yet there I stood, looking out the second-story window, combing my long locks as I waited for the day I could let my hair down.

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