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I live in hell because of a teenage boy who I killed.

He aimed a toy gun at me and I thought it was real.

I thought he was going to kill me so I killed him first.

Tears ran down my cheeks as they put him in the hurst.

For many years I was a very good cop.

I was great at enforcing the law but all of that stopped.

I turned in my badge, I couldn't be a cop anymore.

I can't forgive myself because of what I did before.

It was my job to serve and protect but I failed.

The boy's mother spit in my face and told me that she hopes I go to hell.

They say that time heals all wounds but I don't agree.

If I live to be a hundred, I'll still be in agony.