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Personal Narrative: The Pain In The Lungs
The strident crack of gun bullets send ripples of adrenaline through my body.
Fervor clings to my skin immediately and wraps me up in its familiar game.

I watch hefty bodies hit the ground. Some fall with pleads of mercy, others fall heroically while legions of bombs defile the ground.

Intoxicating smoke and the pungent scent of copper exasperate my lungs. This is war, something I abhor to say I'm too accustomed with.
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