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Nicolas Pellegrino April 04, 2001 Death Of The Innocent I was charged for an action I never started. I was chosen and sent to a new home. A home where I would wait to be put to death. The reason I was chosen was by a select few. It was during the time when my race was seen as nothing. I sit there, defending nobody except for myself. This was not enough to prove my innocense. You just sat there, rubbing your face, yawning, checking your watch. My words that came from my solemn body just became a bliss to you. Then the verdict comes in, and all odds on me. I wasn't suprised, you sent me to my new home. Home of the bad striken soci