Entry Number One
Freedom,
Something that's worth fighting for.
The haunting smell of springtime taunts me.
I miss that smell.
How fresh it was,
How free it made me feel.
But now,
Everything's changed.
My surroundings are different.
The streets are no longer laughing,
They're screaming.
Hiding,
The darkness is surrounding me.
The blackness of the small crawl space swallows me whole.
Fear.
Fear of being caught.
Fear of death.
Fear.
BANG!
The sound of gunshots ring in my ears.
I'm alone,
But I’m not.
I am lucky.
Lucky that I can still imagine the sweet smell of freedom.
The light of the sun kissing my cheeks.
Life seems so far away.
Seems so unhappy.
I've already lost what I've been fighting for.
There is no freedom,
No hope.
The world I used to love is full of murder.
Redrum.
Innocent people being slaughtered.
Jews.
Me.
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