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Text: I tried to find justification for my actions, but the more I thought, the clearer it became that no words could change what had happened. Murder isn't just violence; it's a choice, a conscious decision, and it stays with you forever. Hands don't change, but the soul grows heavy, and you carry that weight into every moment. You can erase traces, hide evidence, but you can't deceive memory. It's not just recollections; it's a shadow that follows. Though I seem the same, I feel how my hands differ. Each paragraph will be a test.

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