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Personal Narrative: A Moment Of Excruciating Pain

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I'm a fighter. Everything around me started to fade in and out. I was set in panic mode and could feel every moment of the Excruciating pain. First my chest, then my arm and then my whole body decided to just let go. The school I loved became the place I hated the most. All these voices saying “Your fine”, ”Quit Faking and go to class” or “Get off the floor and sit back in your desk”. All these voices were from the people I cared most about but not so much anymore. It’s like the boy who cried wolf, except I never cried. One rainy day in october the most scariest thing happened to me. I got up at about 6 am that morning, showered, ate, took my medications and went to school. It was a usual day for me but as soon as I arrived at school something

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