Is this all I get? Really? I was more
than this, this number. I was some one’s son. She held me in her arms and
prayed for me and cried for me. She tended my injuries and cried real tears when
they sentenced me to death. I mattered to her, even if I didn’t understand how
she could love a sinner like me. I can guarantee there are people out there who
will never forget me.
I reveled in sin. If it made me feel
good I consumed it. Alcohol, drugs, women, men. I deserved to be remembered. I looked into the
eyes of each of them as I tightened my hands around their throats. I sucked the
last breath from their lips as they surrendered to me.
I deserve more than a number. Look
at me. Look at everything I did. I made my mark on the world. I changed the way
everyone in the world lived their lives. Women no longer hitchhike alone. Parents
don’t let their children take shortcuts through the woods. Men, men well, they will
always be men. That’s what made them such an easy catch.
I might be only a number here, but I
changed the world. I changed you. Didn’t I?
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