I made a mistake. I knew it was wrong, yet I could not help the deep unnerving feeling of curiosity that had bubbled up inside of me. It did not come without punishment. I have paid for it dearly. I think about that horrific and unfortunate night often. Why did I have to give in to my thoughts? Why was I so weak? I have yet to come up an answer to my questions. The only thing I can do now is learn from it and try to help others understand so that they would not fall into the same state that I have found myself in.
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