the blood stains are unwashable evidence is undestroyed i have the nine milimeter but i am but a boy she screamed and i shot the bullet making a hole through her head which bobbed her last remarks faded too i stand to face the jury and place my hand on the book i recite that nothing i will say is the exact truth the lawyers fast remarks are too hard for me to comprehend for my brain is only capable to read the words sketched in pen guitly of first degree murder my moms tears turn into cries she reaches for my hand but finds stone cold eyes forever being held with people twice as old i know what will happen to me rape is what i was told the death of another being was placed in my hands for i am just a little boy charged by law as a man
Reason for writing:
you know how it is.. all these kids are commiting crimes but being tried as adults.. i think its appauling!! that is just not fair....his whole life is wasted.. although i do not think he should slide.. because he did take the life of a human being.. but life imprisonment was not the way to go about punishing him
Birth sign: Virgo
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