I took a life

I went to a man's house and stabbed him with a knife.

Now I've been consumed by guilt because I took a life.

I killed the man because he and I could never get along.

As I watched him die, I learned that what I did was wrong.

This remorse and guilt that I feel won't come to an end.

I'm going to go to the police station and turn myself in.

I robbed his family of a husband and a dad

When I took his life, it was very evil and bad.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

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