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The Boy in The Striped Pajamas

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Tsubasagirl4eva

Published: Jul 22, 2011

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The boy in the striped pajamas
Didn't know what his fate would be
He didn't know why he couldn't be free

The boy in the striped pajamas
Didn't know if his family was still alive
He didn't even know if he would survive

The boy in the striped pajamas
Made a new friend one day
He was a nice little boy and brought fun games to play

The boy in the striped pajamas
Wanted to find his dad
So he slipped his best friend a striped suit and hat

The boy in the striped pajamas
With his best friend by his side
Was herded into a chamber, not knowing what lay inside

The boy in the striped pajamas
Didn't know what his fate would be
But with his best friend by his side, he decided to wait and see

The boy in the striped pajamas
Breathed his very last
As he lay dead in a heap from the deadly toxic gas

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This is another story from the Holocaust mind I'm in tonight. It's based off of the story The Boy In The Striped Pajamas. I highly recommend it to anyone. I cried... a lot. I also teared up when I wrote this.