Months passed in a heartbeat it seems, I had even forgotten who I really was. I was constantly pretending to be one of who I was never born as, trying to protect myself from the gestapo that was aboard the ship. I was lonely, only to stare at the dark blue waves of the water that kept the boat afloat. Sweden was my destination, which seemed to be right before my eyes. The land was so close, yet so far. I close my eyes and breath in the salty air, imagining my families faces. Mother, I miss her the most. My heart throbs as I try not to cry. I hope we meet again.
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Breath of freedom
Historical FictionA world war two story for an assignment. Hope you think it's ok?
