**The silhouette hanging on the wall,**

**everyone viewing its image.**

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**The silhouette hanging on the wall, **

**Sitting there consuming criticism in all.**

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**The silhouette hanging on the wall,**

**everyone picking at its portrait.**

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**The silhouette hanging on the wall.**

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**it hangs there never really able to get down on its own.**

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**The silhouette ...

1933, I was traded in to another concentration camp. Only finding out of course after one of the guards hit me to sleep. It was becoming more of a norm around here; the way we are getting treated.

Getting traded off as if nothing. I’m beginning to think this is some sort of sanctuary for them. I say “them” as in Adolf and his men of course.

The situation itself makes my heart elevate. They’re not...