Anne Frank

 By Camilla Jean

She didn’t die laughing,

and didn’t die crying either.

She died feeling like there

was nothing to Dieu.

So she shrugged.

And the lights went out.

Like a tiny whisper of a spark.

And when she woke up again (she did),

she just picked up her pen.

That’s right. All she did was write.

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