I wrote this poem after taking a year long English class my freshman year about the Holocaust. At the end of this class we took a trip to the Holocaust Museum in Washington D.C. That class and place forever changed my life.
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I knew somewhere out there, my parents were worried sick. Somewhere out there, my friends wondered about me. I knew that a world like this wouldn't last forever, and I had to make it last. But I could always retell it.