Deb

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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 doesnt believe
The compliments that
She recieves,
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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