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When you're a cutter, you notice different things.

You notice how some people only wear long sleeves and pants even on the hottest days of summer.

You notice the red cuts, when bracelets slip down in class.

You notice people's empty eyes and the way they tug away when someone grabs their arms.

And you glance the room looking at people's wrists, searching for scars, just like yours.

- anonymous

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