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How i was born so fly


On a warn sunny afternoon, my mother was in pain. She was in labor and in route to deliver me. I was born at around 3:37 p.m and once my mother grasped me with her clamy arms, she saw me wink at her and thats when she knew, she was going to have a FLAWLESS child. 

While I was growing up, I did most of my things without hesitation, everything I would come out perfect before I even had a chance to see it.. At age 5, I would place Picasso to shame with my first grade drawings. At age 10, I would place Kobe Bryant in his place with my perfect basketball shots. At age 14, I was awarded the most successful high school student, and thats because I was only a freshman. Now that I am a senior, I have been nominated to succeed in life, and the best is yet to come.

 

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