I'm a murder. 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 a darker color, and she rarely smiles, and she doesn't believe the compliments that she receives. Because she believe that they are just trying to make her feel better.
I'm a murder. I killed the girl that i used to be.
