Dialogue 500 - February Entry

"As I ... As I lie here, strapped down, and with a needle in my arm, you grant me my final words.... I ask you to hear me. My executioners, my witnesses, those who believed me, and those who doubt me."

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"This is... This has to be my final confession. I've done things wrong, and I've done things I regret..."

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"I know my words fall on deaf ears, the judgement has been rendered, and... But, I will say it none the less...."

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"It wasn't me.... I'm a thief... a burglar... a fool and a lair..."

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"However, I swear... I swear! I found him like that. It shocked me, it scared me..."

"Stupidly, I picked up the crowbar... I don't know why... I truly don't."

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"I'm speaking to his family, his survivors, and I'm sorry... I'm truly sorry that you believe it was me..."

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"I know I'm the last person you want to hear speak... The last one to hear me deny the accusations. I truly don't want to cause you any pain... But, ... But, the person who did this ... The person who did this has gotten away with murder. I hope you find him... and... find peace with ... these actions today."

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"I'm ready....."