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Personal Narrative: The Provider

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It’s been two days since I have fallen from my home and landed on the ground near my home. Thinking I was going to die near my home gave me a bit of joy but then the wind decided to talk to me, it accidentally blew me away. Now I’m losing all confidence while enduring terrible pain. But I can’t think that I still have memories of my home or know as The Provider, I can still remember the refreshing smell of my home. For example, when the clouds weep their tears land on The Provider and some of those droplets tears hit the ground, which releases this intoxicating scent, that smells like you haven 't breathed in fresh air in a long time. It 's so refreshing and relaxing that removes all your worries and it makes you feel like you 're on cloud

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