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Oct 2014
In my dreams,

I hear the train in my mind

The years have gone by,

I have heard it over and over again.

The train, the stadium, the camp.

I cannot forget this life, what my story is,

I thought I could change, but

How can I pretend I am someone else?

They don't know who I am, they know nothing.

There is nothing left for me.

My scars will never heal.

Sometimes, I want to die.

(Random phrases from the notebook entries; pages 259-261 of the novel Sarah's Key by Tatiana de Rosnay-Redrafted)
Lynette Chiamaka Okoroike
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