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			<title>Tried, found guilty ((2))</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I stood in line waiting my turn for the disgusting food they were serving in the cafeteria. As my turn approached I looked at my choices, Chili, Hamburgers with no meat... And some kind of odd shaped steak. Today, I was going to be cautious.  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Tried, found guilty ((1))</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;January 1st: &amp;ldquo;Guilty!&amp;rdquo;  July 8th: &amp;ldquo;Guilty!&amp;rdquo;September 26th: &amp;ldquo;Guilty&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In the summer of 2007, I was sentenced to life in prison for a crime I never committed. So in the months that fol..</description>
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			<title>Tried, found guilty </title>
			<description>First Part of the story Tried, Found guilty, comment, not gonna post anymore, till at least one comment. Peace!</description>
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			<title>Death and its Prices</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Ive felt deathIve held death in my armsIve smelled death, and all of its pricesDeath is not a thing of low priceA high price is the costYou loose somethingSomething that is dear to youIve smelled death&amp;nbsp;Ive witnessed itIts a terrible thing to seeWhen the person you see ..</description>
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