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June 12th, 1942

I hope I will be able to confide everything to you, as I have never been able to confide in anyone, and I hope you will be a great source of comfort and support.

Comment added by Anne on September 28th, 1942:

So far you trully have been a great source of comfort to me, and so has Kitty, whom I now write to regularly. This way of keeping a diary is much nicer, and now I can hardly wait for those moments when I'm able to write in you. Oh, I'm so glad I brought you along!

>> No.13286473
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13286473

>>13286370

She was so sweet guys...

>> No.13286502

>>13286370
I wish I could save her in some sort of time machine bros

>> No.13286735

>>13286473
>>13286502
I'll be doing these now for every entry she wrote on the exact day and month, 77 years later. Check in on June 14th for the next one. Today was her birthday. She was born on June 12th, 1929. She would have been 90 if she had not died in the Bergen-belsen Nazi concentration camp.

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>>13286735
>I'll be doing these now for every entry she wrote on the exact day and month, 77 years later. Check in on June 14th for the next one. Today was her birthday. She was born on June 12th, 1929. She would have been 90 if she had not died in the Bergen-belsen Nazi concentration camp.

You're a good lad. Here's a song that reminds me of her.

And am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown,

A land of deepest shade,
Unpierced by human thought,
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot?

Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be:

Waked by the trumpet's sound!
I from my grave shall rise,
And see the Judge, with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies!

And see the Judge, with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies!

Anne wasn't a Christian but I'd like to imagine that she'd appreciate the sentiments.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WO4XJA5kOCs