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#心科理

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word count: 170

character count: 853

avg. comprehension:

7th-8th Grade(14-16)

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“scums"

I tried to recall. That moment.

The dance with Death.

I vividly ed,

I had stepped on his toes.

I forgot whether it was done

intentionally or accidentally.

Death was a pretty person.

But he was also a petty one.

In the end, I suffered by his hand.

I don't hate him, neither do I

feel any grievances towards the

actions he had fired right at me.

It was an understatement

that I deserved it.

That was truly so.

I was a scumbag.

So, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to those asses

I had hurt before.

I'm sorry that I had beaten up

people both mentally and physcially.

I'm sorry that I broke people.

I'm sorry, my personality can

never be changed.

Happy?

I guess not.

Even Death wasn't happy when I finally got what was worthy for my end.

So, I can say with assurance that,

I was never sorry at all.

I never felt so that way.

And it will stay the same.

For eternity,

I'm not sorry.