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"We're all born to die." The surgeon said, "Just some more quickly than others. It's good what the government did. You're the only one against it. Just take it as fate."391Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlWXlSQgLQp
I wanted to cry. My girlfriend is dead. I'm missing my arm. I'm missing my leg. I'm missing a lung. This is a punishment? No. This is a reward. What is life like this. I remember when I first walked in, without my hand, she was crying on the bed. "It's over" she said, "it's all over. I love you Kamron. Don't ever forget it." I didn't understand until the next morning when she wasn't breathing. The medical exam said she had died of overdose. They said she had taken all the Tylenol we had in the cabinet. That didn't stop the state from convicting me. My mother told me that she was unstable. I didn't listen to her. She told me to get over it and find a man. That was bull. My mom was never supportive. I can't believe I lost my hand for her. She had said she wanted a necklace that she couldn't afford, so I stole it. I got caught immediately and was taken to the state juvenile surgeon. Who would take of my hand. God, I'm stupid. My Dad died when I was 13 from cancer. He was a smoker. I smoked young and the state took my lung to teach me a lesson. Can you really blame me? I didn't do anything wrong. But had to deal with so much. I'm 24 now. About to lose my head for murder. I didn't do anything. I didn't kill Maggie, she killed herself. She overdosed. Why won't they listen? When the surgeon was putting in the numbing juice, I whispered, "I love you Maggie. I love you Dad. I'll see you both soon."
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