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Nobody thinks about me, I have no rights like humans. Just because I can't speak, it doesn't mean I don't have feelings. I also feel pain.

Let's start from the beginning.
I was created by God in his tomb and was wrapped in beautiful boxes. So that I can befriend and take care of women.

The moment I gained consciousness,
I found my self in the hands of a a very beautiful woman,who was in her late 40s. It was the moment when I had my first press, when she put me on her hairs. Her hairs were should length,dark brown in colour. Not very thick but very silky.

For 3 years I was the only clip she ever used,I was her favourite.
I saw her ups and downs, those funny moments and the sad ones too. I stood by her side, holding her hairs. So that she can focus on her life without worrying about her hairs.

But this all changed one day, the day her daughter was moving out of the house to begin her journey. She was moving to a new city for her new job.

My love pulled me out of her hairs and she put me on her daughter's hair. Maybe I was gift, to her daughter.
In an instant, my home was changed, which was strange for me. The hair was different, the texture was new.
It was neither curly nor wavy, something in between and it was definitely not straight like her mother's.

Unlike her mother, her hair was long, reaching her knees also very thick. I could feel the strain in my hands already.
She always kept her hairs loose, at the office, at home, in public. Only time I got rest was when she sleeps.

If she atleast tried braiding her hairs i could get a day off,but she doesn't. Even a bun would have been easier for me to hold. But she is obsessed for loose hairs and I have to hold them at one place.

She is ignoring all those notifications from different NGOs who are requesting her to donate her hairs for Cancer patients. I wish she accepts the invitation and gets a haircut soon otherwise my springs will give up.

Maybe she could atleast bring other clips for my rescue,then I can share the workload with them. But just like her mother she has no other clip except me.

But my wishes are ignored, her hairs keeps growing thicker each day. I'm working at my full capacity. I have lost my shine, my dark pink colour has faded away.

Every night her boyfriends pull me out harshly from her hairs and throw me away on the floor before making out with her. Even she doesn't speak against it and let them treat me this way.

But last night was the cruelest, when she stepped upon me, as his beloved boyfriend had threw me on the floor. He could have pulled me with care but he choosed not to.
And now I have multiple cracks in both my hands.

She picks me up and put me back on her hairs again.
And I continue to do what I was meant to, that is hold her hairs at one place till my springs or my arms give up.

The End

Description
Nobody thinks about me, I have no rights like humans. Just because I can't speak, it doesn't mean I don't have feelings. I also feel pain.

Let's start from the beginning.
I was created by God in his tomb and was wrapped in beautiful boxes. So that I can befriend and take care of women.

The moment I gained consciousness,
I found my self in the hands of a a very beautiful woman,who was in her late 40s. It was the moment when I had my first press, when she put me on her hairs. Her hairs were should length,dark brown in colour. Not very thick but very silky.

For 3 years I was the only clip she ever used,I was her favourite.
I saw her ups and downs, those funny moments and the sad ones too. I stood by her side, holding her hairs. So that she can focus on her life without worrying about her hairs.

But this all changed one day, the day her daughter was moving out of the house to begin her journey. She was moving to a new city for her new job.

My love pulled me out of her hairs and she put me on her daughter's hair. Maybe I was gift, to her daughter.
In an instant, my home was changed, which was strange for me. The hair was different, the texture was new.
It was neither curly nor wavy, something in between and it was definitely not straight like her mother's.

Unlike her mother, her hair was long, reaching her knees also very thick. I could feel the strain in my hands already.
She always kept her hairs loose, at the office, at home, in public. Only time I got rest was when she sleeps.

If she atleast tried braiding her hairs i could get a day off,but she doesn't. Even a bun would have been easier for me to hold. But she is obsessed for loose hairs and I have to hold them at one place.

She is ignoring all those notifications from different NGOs who are requesting her to donate her hairs for Cancer patients. I wish she accepts the invitation and gets a haircut soon otherwise my springs will give up.

Maybe she could atleast bring other clips for my rescue,then I can share the workload with them. But just like her mother she has no other clip except me.

But my wishes are ignored, her hairs keeps growing thicker each day. I'm working at my full capacity. I have lost my shine, my dark pink colour has faded away.

Every night her boyfriends pull me out harshly from her hairs and throw me away on the floor before making out with her. Even she doesn't speak against it and let them treat me this way.

But last night was the cruelest, when she stepped upon me, as his beloved boyfriend had threw me on the floor. He could have pulled me with care but he choosed not to.
And now I have multiple cracks in both my hands.

She picks me up and put me back on her hairs again.
And I continue to do what I was meant to, that is hold her hairs at one place till my springs or my arms give up.

The End