The Boy Behind the Wired Fence
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'Is this what hell sounds like?'
The girl wondered, corrupted with thoughts of despair and complete loss.
I wrote this story based off the tragic events of the holocaust, which took place in 1941. I originally wrote it for my english assessment, but decided to change my topic to something else; I probably will post that story too.
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