This is a poem I made about Itachi's feelings about killing his clan, this is my first time writing anything, so please R&R so I can improve my writing. Aso excuse my english since it's not my native language
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What have I done?
I ruthlessly killed my entire clan,
the whole house soaked with their blood
What have I done?
Standing there, amused,
amused watching my parents breathe their last breath
What have I done?
Telling my little brother to live hating me,
making him live in a world of loneliness, pain and hate
What have I done?
And here I am,
five years after I killed everyone,
still regretting what I have done,
and in the midst of the night,
only one thing escapes my lips,
"I'm sorry..."
