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I could feel the forces all around me. They were swarming, coming at me in a way that suggested that they didn’t want me to do what I was about to. They had already devoured the people around me, but I was determined to succeed. I had my eyes on the goal. I wanted to be the one who told my story, and I wasn’t going to let anyone else tell it for me.
These forces were tough, though. They continually lashed out at me, grabbing, punching, and once even biting me. But I kept fighting, as I knew that, once I got to tell my story for myself, I could fight off these forces. I had to make it. I had to…
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AuthorPatrick Froysland is a humanities student at Taylorsville High School. Archives
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