I Wish I Was Rapunzel

I wish I had her hair. I used to have really thick, wavy hair, and it made me feel beautiful. Not anymore. I feel robbed.

I feel I've been locked in a tower for years. Less so, today, but it's an apt metaphor for much of the past 10-12 years.

Would that there had been someone to rescue me, even just to hear or to see me!

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