Scattered pages lie on the floor;
A sign of struggle;
A sign of war.
They took your innocence;
They took your liberty;
But try as they might,
They could not take your dreams.
A normal life, you did not know,
Since hiding began two years ago.
You dreamed of happier times,
All found in the lines
Of these scattered pages, your diary;
This will be your legacy.
Dabbs McGregor Woodfin, 20 years old, United States
Zojuist gevonden in de virtuele Anne Frank boom
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