Personal Narrative

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Suffering tragic losses through the past few years, realizes who my true friends are and struggling to find out who I truly am.. only thing has stayed constant, my ability to create and comprehend art. Art is my yellow brick road leading to my own Emerald City of pure bliss and euphoria. It has been there for me when I was going through my toughest of situations and even the happiest times of my life. My passion started when I was little. I guess you can say that my mom and grandfather were my inspiration..but this isn’t going to be another typical college essay about a family member. My mom was an artist and taught me most of what I know. My grandfather refused to go anywhere without one of those throw away cameras. When exploring a place
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