I am a murderer, i killed the girl that i used to be. Am i feel sorry, Do i have huge empty hands, Did i get hurt or did i make someone hurt… Not at all. Do i have huge easy smiles, Am i feel light, Am i proud… Not at all. I am a murderer, i killed the girl that i thought i have to be. What i feel inside of my heart makes me a murderer which i feel proud to be.
