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We were all just regular peopleOur children had futures,To become whatever they dreamedWe were ripped from our homes,From our famliles and lives,Thrown into camps,And not given a reason whyEverything around me wasStarvation, crying, and dyingThe only thing i could think was, Could i survive another day?People that stand before me are just regular people,Being treated cruelly just like the restAs we walk toward our deaths, I think of how many lives that have been taken by From regular people trying to have a lifeModified by BobbiSue