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I tramp despondently through the streets of France,

The guards gripping me cautiously,

Headed for the place that I would die

Burnt

Ruined

I knew it was inevitable

but I still kept my mind strong

No point in being foolish and weak

I couldn’t help wondering

Why? Why me?

As I arrived, I heard jeers

I gave in

The end had come. 

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By Samantha R.

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