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I don't look like me.
I brush my hair slowly; the midnight tendrils flowing through the bristles methodically.
I've never looked like me.
I adjust the pearls in my ears and around my neck before standing in front of the mirror.
I don't think the eyes of me would be so dull. Or that my smile would be so painted.
I shake my head at my pristine reflection mockingly.
I knew that if I wanted to be free, I had to kill HER.
So, I did.

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