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Hiraeth · F
When I was a child and had bangs, I used to be terrified of having the scissors come so close to my face. Even though my mother was careful to press the blunt side against my temples, I still quivered in my seat, frozen at the possibility of the blades cutting my eyes. However, as I grew older, I parted them and allowed them to grow out, so I'm no longer as nervous since I just need trims.