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Personal Narrative: My Love
This is a poem to be never released to Oprah!

Dear Oprah,Babe,Bestfriend, Partner in crime Let me take you to my world where your my love and where i can give you diamonds and pearls. Let me take you to my world and show you how this world was created it was created july __ that was the first day i officially declared my love for you to Abaidoo Nate and Ankomah Joshua and at that same moment somewhere up in the stars my love has created a world just for me and you and for no other human being to penetrate through ever since that day I could never stop thinking about you even if you far far away (Ghana) Then the end of August came about and that's when we had our first chat on the snap I fucked up i was petrified frozen in my own thoughts and …show more content…
A week had passed by and my broken love was shredded into about 7 pieces and everyday the wind would take one a day so if that week were to go by then that would be that would be the end of you and I and my love and I would have to kick rocks and say goodbye! It took me by surprise because i came from shit where i would be beaten up from my peers to my progeny where i was told the only way to get stronger and get anywhere in life was to cold-hearted as shit and never trust no bitch and that's where my body officially divided its characteristics into 3. 1st was my nerd side where dragon ball z and naruto came about 2nd was the emotional side of me that's where i show my lovey dovey side of me and last but least the final side of me the hood side/My anger/hatred (they all have there own separate reason one why they were born) But on to why i was surprised it was because i thought God was finally bringing someone good to my life someone that could be the light to my dark world. So through that week Monday-Saturday went by and there was only 1 piece of my love left and a shard of our planet in space and i said to myself if this sunday goes by i promise to close my heart for the rest of eternity that sunday my mom woke me up and bugged me to go to church and i never had understood my
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