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Personal Narrative-World War I Lost Me
You may believe that our young age makes love unknown, but I chose Pretense opposed to feeling alone.

But when I laid my eyes on you, and for you my heart began to ache, you sparked a feeling of reminiscence, and our love was a risk I was willing to take.

A wonderful break it was from my persistent sorrow; we savored the joys of life along with the anticipation of a greater tomorrow.

Yet our demise gained speed as did my unwinding desire to write sad poetry.

Lies to be spoken, promises to be broken.

I lost you as you lost me; again I was presented with the sense of feeling lonely.

You replaced my bad habits and allowed me to finally confront the war in my mind.
I prevailed against my contenedor, causing it to be clear and refined.

However it was no matter; …show more content…
Desolation used to consume me as I drank to forget, but now the grief of losing you burns my throat stronger than any regret.

I used to find comfort in my own self destruction, but now I feel lost without your sentiment acting as my obstruction.

I used to distract myself from the despair with lovers, but when I found you, we connected unlike the others.

Life wasn't about just getting by; happiness reigned with you by my side.

But now how can I cope with this great loss?
You've left me alone with these awful thoughts.

Pretense and I are still friends, and I will hold onto this thought of making amends.

I never needed Pretense for our love, no, it was true, and we must restore thereof.

Please consider this plea, and understand how much you truly mean to
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