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It was long ago,
But my heart still aches,
Withering, day by day.

With every knock on the door,
my heart races.
With every creaking floor,
a shiver runs down my spine.
With every hearing of the word family,
my eyes flutter, replaying horror memories like a broken record.
Over, and over, and over again.

Before the hate.
Before the hell.
Before the Holocaust.

Now, their sweet voices ring through my head.
Every night, in every dream. I hear them.
Sometimes a sweet lullaby, other times their piercing screams.
I wake up, sweating, panting, crying.

How can I forgive?
How can I forget,
When the people I love,
will never come back?



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