Murderer

I am a murderer;

I killed the girl I used to be.

The girl that used to smile all the time, the girl that used to have a lot of friends, the girl that I used to see in the mirror.

Now she is dead, her eyes are a darker color, and she rarely smiles. She doesn't believe the compliments that she receives, because she believes they're just trying to make her feel better.

I am a murderer;

I killed the girl I used to be.

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