Personal Narrative: My Father's Death

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My father’s death made me a better person. When he got killed it made me realize that I have a lot to accomplish and not a lot of time to do it because I don’t know when I’m leaving but I know when I do I will have did everything I set my heart out to accomplish.
I remember being devastated at first about him getting killed. That was a major drawback for me in life. I started being antisocial towards everyone. I went through depressions and withdrawals from my daily activities. I had to fight myself to get up and go to school every day. Than in school I had to act like I was okay, so people wouldn’t feel pity for me and treat me differently.
But one day I remember going to his gravesite and talking to him. And I realized that I wouldn’t use

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