Accused
Have you ever met a five year old runaway? Now you have; my name is Ryan and this is my story. I am a southern boy who didn't have a fair shot at life. In fact, by the time I was eight, I had run away and was caught fifty-four times; needless to say, I didn’t care for orphanages or foster homes. Life is not fair. No one said it was.
I was labeled a delinquent and troublemaker and quickly became the fall guy for our infamous police department. One day in late November, the police stormed my nightly location on vagrant row and read me my rights. I was being charged with the murder of some high society guy. I admit I steal to eat and to have clothes on my back, but nothing more; just the necessities of life. Being charged with murder and having no money, meant no bail, and a freebie defense attorney. My attorney was the most disheveled man that I had ever met; and I lived on the streets among the vagrants. This guy had never won a case, and for the record, still hasn't.
After five long years in a Southern Prison, the guards had stripped me of my dignity and my soul. As I sit here serving a life sentence, I wonder what's in store for me. You are most welcome to join me in my journey towards freeing my spirit.
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