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A Place Called Auschwitz

Dead.
I enter a place called Auschwitz.
Death surrounds me.
I know the face of death better than my own.
So many killed in front of me.
They do not take our people anymore.
They take hope.

Burned.
I enter a place called Auschwitz.
Smoke surrounds me.
The smell of burning bodies embeds itself into my brain.
I cannot forget it.
The ashes land on me.
I wonder whose remains lay on me.

Trapped.
I enter a place called Auschwitz.
Sadness surrounds me.
The air suffocates me.
Auschwitz has suffocated my soul.
I must escape.
Even if it is through the crematorium.






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