
We will never know what you might have become.
We will never know if you would have discovered a cure for cancer.
We will never know if you would write the most beautiful love songs.
We will never know how many houses you might have built.
We will never know how many jokes you could have told.
We will never know what brings you joy.
We will never know the boy behind those piercing eyes.
We do know your name was Peter Blödy.
We do know you were loved by your family.
We do know your birthday was 31 October 1936, born in Vienna.
We do know you were killed on 23 October 1944, eight days before your eighth birthday.
We do know you were killed in Auschwitz.
I do know I will not forget you.
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