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Personal Narrative-The Trauma That Moved My Life

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As I made my way outside to go give them some sandwiches my mom made; I saw that their faces, resembled hopelessness, but their eyes were full of fear with emptiness despair. They seemed to have had walked a lot because their shoes were scratched and some had little apertures on the sides. Their clothes were wrinkled and had some dirt on it. When I got close to where they were hiding they got quiet, no one moved, no one endeavored to do anything, they were just

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