I stand in front of the mirror and will myself to raise my eyes and meet the horror that I know I will see there.
I gulp.
Its been like this for a while, but that doesn't make it any better, or any less horrifying.
I stare as I once again realise the extent of damage those sickly sharp blades had done to my head.
If only I knew...

If only I knew, I'd have never gone to that bloody hair dresser!

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