When he accidentally bumped into me, he turned around and looked at me with pity and guilt in his eyes. He blushed and said to me, "I'm not a bad person."
When he skipped class and climbed over the wall, he looked at me with firm eyes and said to me, "I'm not a bad person."
When he and a group of so-called friends were hiding next to the abandoned old toilet of the school and smoking, he looked at me with blurred eyes in the smoke and said to me
: "I'm not a bad person."
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When he hugged the woman tightly on the bed and I appeared in front of them, he smoked a cigarette coldly, looked at me, and said to me: "I'm not a bad person."
People. "
As he walked through the busy city, holding a knife tightly in his hand and facing the man, he looked at me calmly and said to me: "I am not a bad person."
When he stood on the cold and windy pier, about to get on the boat and run away, he said to me warmly: "I am not a bad person."
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Now, he is far away in heaven, and I still remember his words:
"I'm not a bad person."