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So where do you start, when writing about all the criminal acts that one person did over the span of twelve years?

Do you start with the drugs?

The murders?

How about the smuggling?

Or the turf wars?

What about the robberies?

The assassinations?

The betrayals?

What about the relationships that the person had, but the other never knew what they were doing?

What about the lies?

The money?

Maybe the travels?

The organizations reach?

How about where it all started and why?

Have you ever committed crimes so terrible that you think you'll never be able to sleep again?

What if every night, you saw the faces of those you harmed?

Could you ever live with yourself?

How would you deal with it?
What if I told you that I used to do this for a living?

What if I told you that I got out of it?

What if I told you that I'm still haunted by the things I did?

That I've woken up from nightmares in a cold sweat?

What if I told you that even after getting out I still have to pass on my title?

That I have to deem someone to a sentence that might scar them for life?

What if I told you that there are a few people who know what I've done but still care about me?

This life wasn't easy, even now I can still feel the pull of that life, trying to drag me to the depths of an empire I built from hatred.

How would you get out of that life?

What would you do after?

Can you still live a normal life?

I'm scared to talk about what I've done.

Who can you talk to about this?

Who can help?

How can they help?

I'm tired of this.

I want to be at peace.

But do I deserve it?

No matter.

I must tell what I've done.

My time is limited.

I'm dying.

Here is my story.


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⏰ Last updated: Oct 03, 2017 ⏰

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