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My name is not six million I am Anna who once loved And dreamed and hoped I am not a number tattooed on my arm I have a name Anna who knew fear When they made us run down the street To the train station laughing and calling out names I didn’t understand They beat those of us too weak to run I looked at their faces and saw my friends From school neighbors' people I knew Turned into jeering strangers I never suspected they hated us so much I am not a number you can forget Or take out when you need to feel good About your beliefs I have a name I am Anna And even if I turned into smoke one summer day I am here in your memories Never forget that my name is Anna

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Date: 2/18/2024 9:42:00 PM
Wow. That is powerful! It reminds me that genocide is an evil than cannot be allowed to repeat itself.
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