Why I Killed-Personal Narrative

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Something happened to me when I was young I always got a butt whooping for no reason. I was always a good kid but after a while I got tired of the butt whooping’s over and over again. One day I had the chance and I tried to take it but my mom stopped me before I did. Thank god she did because I would have hurt someone that day really bad and it wouldn’t have been fun for the person I was going to hurt. The reason I was going to hurt him is because he pushed my mom down in the yard and he also hit my sister in the face trying to push her away from him. This person I was about to hurt is a grown man and he was scared of me and he was the one that whooped me all the

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