Murder of Children
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Reached the age of 3 it says in some places. Reached the age of 3, that is me .Reached the age of 3, but that is not only me. For I am so much more them just the age of 3. I am a child whose only ambition it was to become 4. If I…
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Dear little boy , you are perfect in every aspect . Even your imperfect hair is perfect. Imperfect and perfect in one sentence is a paradox. A paradox is what you are, because you were hated even though all you gave was love. It is said that the eyes are the portals to the soul…
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I have two arms and two legs I have two eyes and two hands I have a nose and two ears. When I am happy , I laugh. When I am sad, I cry. When I am in pain, it hurts. My blood is red. My body temperature is about 37 degrees Celsius. I eat when…
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Lest we forget, a line that is easily said. Lest we forget, it slides off the tongue—easily but, yet. Lest we forget, it used to be a sentence filled with emotion and elan. Lest we forget is now becoming a referential expression and slogan. Lest we forget, but that is what we are doing. Lest…
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I am Gerhard Kretschmar, I am an idiot. I am Gerhard Kretschmar, there are no pictures of me I am Gerhard Kretschmar, I am a 5 month old idiot. I am Gerhard Kretschmar, my Father wanted me to be put asleep But the Doctor refused. I am Gerhard Kretschmar, my Father then asked Hitler if he would kill me. Hitler…
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I am age 10, I should be at school learning and having fun with my fellow students. I am age 10, my only worry should be “will I have enough time to go out and play after my homework” I am age 10, my greatest ambition in life at this stage is to become 11.…
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I am just a boy on a rocking horse, not a man but a boy aged three. I am just a boy on a rocking horse, quite happy as you can see. I am just a boy on a rocking horse, I feel like a cowboy or a knight. I am just a boy on…
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This is going to be a short blog for it is impossible for me to do an in depth story without turning into an emotional wreck. Eva Heyman was a 13 year old Hungarian Jewish girl. I have a daughter the same age, with the same beautiful smile. Eva had one simple wish ,which she…
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When I see a dog I want to play with it When I see a flower I want to pick it When I see a crayon I want to draw a picture When I cross the road I hold my Mother’s hand When I have a bad dream I call my Father When I smile,…
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Do you sleep at night, knowing what you did to me? Does your conscience bother you? Do you have a soul? And if you do how could you do what you did? Do you have children of your own? Or do you have nieces or nephews? Would you kill them? We both know you wouldn’t…
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