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Oh, how it hurt!! I'm just so revolted!! I want to vomit, but there is nothing to spit up. He left me there, in the snow, in my own blood. I never stopped crying. Tamra asked me what the matter was, but I think I will never be able to tell her. I should, though, in case it ever happens to her. Dear, merciful God forbid such an abomination!! I would sooner die than for it to happen to her. I won't be able to speak of it to anyone but Aaron or anybody. I wish I were dead, to stop the that's also an abomination, isn't it?

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Dear Diary,
The pain has subsided, though the memory will forever be painfully fresh in my mind. If only I had been fortunate enough to have been killed in the beginning, or on the train, or before I knew such nightmares existed in reality. I have realized my place in this world. I am the lowly Jew. Dogs are fed better than I am. They must be higher in rank. It's almost as if life before the camps never existed. I was born here of excrement and filth, for that is how they treat me. Is God even on my side now? Have I sinned? If not, then what crime could I have possibly committed to deserve a life- no- a death like this? I might as well be a walking corpse. It's what I look like now. Throw me to the flames, I'd welcome it. No. never let me talk like that again. Please promise me you will. I must pray now. it has to end someday, hasn't it?