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Ps.i have a secret

Ps.i have a secret

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jun 30, 2014
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Historical
The tiny cracks in the ceiling was the only light I had to read with.I turned over my paper back closing its cover and setting it down beside me. I couldn't move much the small cellar only had enough room for two people and even though I was by myself it was covered in darkness. Who am I?,Corrine Malnek. A Jew in hiding from a man I once thought liked us but now I'm not so sure, Adolf Hitler. His pictures lined hallways people prayed for his well being,now I am only praying for his destruction. I am 14 years old,was taken away from my family and sent to live in germany where they thought I would be safe. They thought wrong. -------------------------------
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I went from a girl who didn't know how to kill to one who knew how to make dying hurt. Dear Diary, It sounds so harmless, so innocent, but what if it wasn't? What if it was the start of a plan to burn down the world? My father was an artist, a visionary, a truly great man; he was also a con man, a contract killer, and despised by everyone. He was the head of the Russian Mafia. Now he's dead. All I have left of him is the hate of those he oppressed, and his journal with a plan to end the world. Everyone always forgets about the villain's family, as far as their concerned we don't exist. We are forgotten, no fame, no fortune, only the residual hate. My name is Neoma Casimir and they have forgotten me too, but trust me when I'm through they won't make that mistake again. The clock is ticking. The end is coming.

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