They did not like my smile, at least I don’t think they did, for why else do they hate me so much?
They did not like my smile, but I can’t help it, I’m a child and I am supposed to be happy and cheerful.
They didn’t like my kind, but I don’t understand I am not different then them.
They didn’t like me being kind. I am a teenager, it was what I do. My parents thought me to be kind and respect others.
They did not like my smile. Why am I so offensive to them?
They did not like my smile. Why?
They didn’t like me to be alive.
They killed me, I am Peter Ginz I was born in 1928 in Prague , Czechoslovakia and was murdered in Terezin in 1943.
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