p.44

I’m a murderer;
I killed the girl
that 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
and she doesn’t believe
the compliments that
she receives,
because she believes
that they are just trying
to make her feel better,

I’m a murderer;
I killed the girl
that I used to be…

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