"Not guilty, Your Honor.
I'm incapable of accepting love from another.
Incapable of giving love to another.
Incapable of being happy with myself.
Incapable of showing others compassion.
Incapable of making lasting friendships.
Incapable of living in the present, constantly living in the past.
Life taught me to be this way.
It was done to me. I can do to them.
Not my fault, never is.
I was drunk.
I was high.
I can always find an excuse.
Must have been someone, or something else.
Just the way holidays constantly seem to be.
I am incapable, I'm innocent," he replied.
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