holocaust a little girl awoke by the morning breeze, whispering at her half heart-shaped ear. she knew she was feeling different that day. joyful nor solemn. all the she felt was a bliss. sat up on her bed and brushing her soft golden curls. she felt proud and said to herself, "let me indulge myself to this utterly wonderful day of mine. let me be beautiful and you can call me pretty. i'll let you gaze upon me like a queen and let me humbly wave my hand across the town hall to you my loyal subject. a super star i shall be!"
patience.
then she went back to sleep.
patience.
then she went back to sleep.
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