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Personal Narrative: My Love Hate Relationship
Writing and I had a love hate relationship since I was 4. It all started with writing my name.I never understood the point of writing or why it was important to my life. I struggled with writing letters but always knew how to pronounce my name. Eventually I realize that speaking and writing are the same but writing is a physical format of speaking.
Back when I was in 5th grade I had to put my friend writing to the ultimate test. I was nervous because throughout elementary school I never acknowledge writing or to even think I would be tested on it. The test was 2 hours long and we had to write a 2 page essay. The first 30 minutes into the test I could not think what to write about and then I started singing songs and thinking about life ,basically

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