Personal Narrative: Living In America

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When I knew that I was gonna come to the United States for the very first time, I had a mishmash of emotions. Excitement was of course present, since I've fancied myself living the American dream. You know, the kind of life you see on TV. So, whenever I come back fresh from the States, wind blows like there's no tomorrow. All I say is how great life is in America.

And because of it, people around me think how lucky I am to be able to live here legally. Opportunity only knocks once, but what if it erodes your sanity?

Living in America is a mirage. At first, you will be fascinated by the city life, but what lies behind is the melancholic truth. The stress inflicted to sustain the economic power resulted to an individual's depression. Basically,

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