jeann schmeckpeper


Past Sadness

Someone once asked me what the holocaust meant to me. So I said every day in and out up and down I feel as if ten thousand needles are jabbing at my heart. That there is no way to stop it. But even through the wincing pain the names come racing through like a stampede of raging oxen. And every time I see them I feel my heart shadier. I cant help bu

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