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I could feel the walls closing in on me. They broke beyond repair and tried to fix me. Mom, I am sorry I broke my promise. Dad, I don't know what I did to deserve such treatment. Sis, thank you for leaving. I am sorry I was not strong enough. I needed help but you let me fall. I am sorry for becoming a murderer. Forgive me, please.
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