I am a cutter. I have been a cutter for two years. Even if I stop cutting, I will be a cutter. The urge to pour out my feelings in blood will always be there. If you are not a cutter I wouldn't expect you to understand. Nobody out here does. The ones who understand me best are the other cutters from the ward. All of my friends from the fourth floor
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