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2. Things I never got to say

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Dear Stiles,

I'm so sorry for what I did to you, and now I'm paying for it in prison. I'm going to be in here for the rest of my life, and the only person I can blame for this, is myself. Although I beat you, I did love you. I was a sick person, and now, you're not alive. You're not alive because of me, and I feel disgusted with myself. I want to say sorry to your family, because I killed their family member, you.

What I did was cruel, and I deserve to die. But unfortunately, they don't have the death penalty here, and so I must live the rest of my life knowing that I could have stopped. I really could have, and I'm so sorry.

These were the things I never got to say,
With love,