Disclaimer: This isn't my past. I don't own the events that happened during the Holocuast.
So here I sit,
Writing,
My last words
On this thin,
Little,
Piece of Paper.
My Friend.
It Listens.
It keeps my Secrets.
It will be here,
When I am not.
You see,
We all struggle with our history,
Our past;
But my history,
It will not repeat itself.
I am saying so,
On this thin,
Little,
Piece of Paper.
For in my history,
Mandestroys Man.
Through Gas;
Through Starvation;
Through Camps.
But Nature,
Does not destroy Man.
Nature;
Like this thin,
Little,
Piece of Paper.
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