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39 45 allemagne camp extermination guerre juif mort nazisme peur pologne travail

Avoir treize ans en 1939 et être né juif à cette même époque en Pologne a fait que ma vie comme celle de ma famille a été une source de souffrance permanente. Haï, banni et détesté, ces trois adjectifs étaient désormais devenu mon quotidien. Et pourtant, j'étais un garçon gentil et calme, mais aujourd'hui on peut lire sur ma pierre tombal : «  Enfant inconnu, victime 11456e du III Reich ».Todos los derechos reservados

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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

Prélude á La Marseillaise de TPGOfficial

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Camp Camp: Someone who cares (Dadvid) BEING RE-WRITTEN de pieceofcampcamptrash

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A Nᴇᴡ Bᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ | ✓ de Arixdepp

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"Almost Green" de NUmaker

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Amnesia de xoxoControlFreak

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[BL] After Being Abducted by the General

Yuan Li was an excellent logistics personnel on the battlefield. One day, after transmigrating, he found himself in ancient times as the son of a minor official. With tears in his parents eyes, they sent him to Chu Wang Mansion to marry to drive away the evil spirits for the ailing young master of the Chu family. On that day, Chu Hechao, the second son of the Chu Wang Mansion, returned hurriedly from the battlefield, still wearing his armor. Without even taking it off, he performed the ceremonial rites on behalf of his brother and paid respects to the heavens and earth alongside Yuan Li. Yuan Li caught a whiff of the scent of blood and dust on Chu Hechao's body, and his heart skipped a beat. He understood that this was a dangerous individual. That night, Chu Hechao drank a cup of ceremonial wine with Yuan Li on behalf of his brother. Yuan Li smiled gently and said, "General, please." As he held the wine cup, his fingers were as slender as jade, and his handsome face was adorned with long, fluttering eyelashes. Chu Hechao stared at him for a while, his expression a smile but not a smile, before raising his hand and downing the wine in one gulp. Half a month later, the young master of the Chu Wang Mansion passed away, and Chu Hechao abducted Yuan Li, taking him on a horse and heading straight for the frontier. *** Yuan Li continued to exert his efforts on the ancient battlefield. He cultivated crops, raised cattle and sheep, cleared roads, and established medical facilities. Busy day in and day out, he fed the mighty army and comforted the wounded soldiers, turning the military camp into a better place. The generals treated him as if they were meeting their parents who provided them with food and clothing. The only man who had brought him here wore a perpetual scowl, suppressing his anger. "I am the one you married, the one who drank the ceremonial wine with you, and also the one who shared the wedding chamber with you. Shouldn't you be looking at me?"