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She flipped through the pages of the book, not caring what the letters that passed by were, but just enjoying the feel of the pages on her fingers.
What was going through the girls head at this time? Well, even she didn't know. Her thoughts flipped through many routes, one after another. She wasn't quite sure why she picked up the book in the first place, but it didn't much matter to her.
She looks around her relatively normal room, the walls crowded with pictures of her and her friends and family, small memories that were meaningless to any other onlooker. She sighs and stands up, more confused then when she sat down
"What can I do...?" She mumbles to herself
"I sure used to be good at having fun. But what now...?" She stares at one, older picture of herself.
She was at an art class in kindergarten with two people on either side of her, a girl her age with dark brown hair, and a boy with blond.
"I used to be able to-..." she trails off, looking at the vibrant colours of the photo, then around her room, which almost seem covered in a layer of grey film...
I'm a liar...
I'm a liar I'm a Liar I'm a liar...
Those same words kept going through her head