"I wrote this poem about a school trip that I went on when I was 13 to Kamp Vught, a concentration camp in the Netherlands. Many families were brought there, and all the children under a certain age (13 I think) were eventually killed, the youngest being only 6 days old. I originally wrote this when I was 13, but I recently decided to re-write it with a more mature viewpoint. Thanks for reading :)"
"Just something random that came to me one day when I was feeling crappy, and unsure of what the future would be for me. It's a bit rambly and weird. I just hope it makes some sense."
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