Personal Narrative: Little Pieces

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Little Pieces My little fingers wrapped around my dad's, and his heartwarming smile reassured me that one day, I would become somebody. It's quite crazy, that when you're young- nothing seems to have meaning. You run up and down, sideways and backwards all over the place ,left and right, yet you never realize who you are or what each moment means. As I grow older, the flame in my heart is set ablaze, the passion and immensity of my dreams tackles me down. The pursuit of happiness and the determination to make a change, not only for myself,but for the people around me,becomes a constant battle that I'm willing to fight until I reach a destination. As the water trickles down my spine, I realize that this is

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