Second Chances and the Worst Mistake I Ever Made Essay

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In a perfect world, I would be alone, just me and my thoughts. I would have to live with myself, my horrible self, and my actions that seem to define me. Being alone would be my choice because in a perfect world, everyone would be punished for their wrong doings. But maybe in a perfect world, no one makes mistakes. There would be no crime to corrupt society and no prisons to store unwanted citizens in. It would simply be perfect.
“Honk!” The car horn was extremely loud considering how close it was. Even now, almost 10 years later, the sound paralyzes me with fear and guilt every time I hear it. The accident, my biggest mistake, haunts me every day. Some people say murders should be put to death, but from my experience, the torture of
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Sometimes, I hope people feel guilty for what they did to end up here. Other times, I feel I wouldn’t wish this endless guilt on my worst enemy. It’s hard to explain what true remorse feels like. It’s worse than prison. It’s an unending sentence for a wrongdoing. Years of isolation are not enough for it to end. Unlike prison, you cannot escape it, and you never get out. I will get out of prison though. My time here is almost over, and for that I am thankful. My guilt will not leave me. It’s like an unwanted tattoo; you can’t get rid of it even if you tried. I guess my crime is like a tattoo. It’s the first thing anyone notices about me when they look at me, the thing that makes me different. The Judge smashes his gavel into his podium, calling the court to order, and me out of my daydream. Today’s trial was about me. Never in my youth would I have thought this would be possible. Hopefully the jury would end the nightmare I have been living for so long. The trial began with swearing me in. There were no witnesses in this case. It was just my word against the jury’s morals. Which one do you think would win? No one was around when this happened. There only person who had any idea what was going on at the time was the person who hated me the most, and I’m sure, wherever she was, she wanted me locked up for life. From the zombie movies I’ve seen, dead people aren’t very forgiving. It wasn’t likely that I was going to get a free pass
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