Personal Narrative: My Childhood

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My childhood was filled with positive and fun moments and unfortunately I was oblivious to the problems that I would eventually have to deal with. I disregarded the fact that people change and that they will leave my life. I lost my core group of best friends during my freshman year of high school. My family life also started to fall apart when my parents started to fight constantly. I felt utterly alone and scared for the future because I did not have anyone secure in my life to help me. I was going through my days just waiting for the next. Constantly thinking about the future or regretting about the past. I was surrounded by fakeness. Fake friends and fake happiness at home. My facade was a happy, outgoing 15 year old when really I had

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