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In spite of myself, I was carried downstairs and tied fast in
a chair
I cried aloud, shaking my head all the while until I felt the
cold blades of the scissors against my neck, and heard
them gnaw off one of my thick braids. Then I lost my spirit.
Since the day I was taken from my mother I had suffered
extreme indignities. people had stared at me. i had been tossed about in the air like a wooden puppet, and now my long hair was shingled like a coward's! In my anguish I moaned for my mother, but no one came to comfort me. Not a soul reasoned quietly with me, as my own mother used to do; for now I was only one of many little animals driven by a herder.

Answer 1

You start dying slowly ;

If you become a slave of your habits,

Walking everyday on the same paths…

If you do not change your routine,

If you do not wear different colours

Or you do not speak to those you don’t know