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Border looked down at his arm and sighed.
He regretted ever hurting himself. The marks were faded, sure, but they weren't invisible. Anyone who took a close enough look would easily be able to figure out the truth.
No one's ever gonna love you like this, the voice in his head hissed. Your ugly, burdensome scars will surely drive people away, if your personality doesn't do that first. No one wants to date a cutter.
God, how he regretted it.
