Your stomach is cramping, the ground feels like glass.

You hope and you pray that this storm shall pass.

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Stripped of your belongings with a number as a name,

Perhaps sent to work, perhaps sent to flame.

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It's survival of the fittest—if you're weak you will die.

Take life day by day while the world turns a blind eye.

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Don't disrespect, avoid temptation of greed.

You will survive day by day on less than you need.

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Hitler keeps his promises—to you it is fact.

Is it even possible to survive the war intact?

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People come and they go, the camp is a revolving door.

One face disappears to be replaced with ten more.

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Bodies piling up left and right.

Too afraid of death, you can't sleep at night.

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"The Allies draw nearer"—to this news you are numb.

It's hard to feel emotion for whatever may come.

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Then in a whirlwind you are back on a train.

The facts of what happened are hard to obtain.

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"The Allies have come"—your mouth falls a gape.

Physically free, but no mental escape.