I killed a girl. She was nice, shy and full of life.
She had tons of friends and everyone loved her.
She didn't deserve to die.
I killed her a little more each day until she was finally gone.
I cut her wrists and bruised her skin.
I starved her of food and called her fat.
The sad thing is, no one even tried to stop me.
I didn't do it by myself though, lots of people helped.
It's too late now, she is never coming back.
I do regret killing her, but what's done is done.
The funny thing is, the girl I killed used to be me.
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