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Dear Oprah

Octobar 12 Dear Oprah, I know that every day you get a million letters. From people doing good. People doing bad and people doing better. And I know Miss Oprah, that out them million letters, maybe you read only one. But I want to tell you about my life before it's over and done. People say on the list of things they never want to be, being sick or dying is first. I say, being ugly and unloved is far worse, cause that just stick to you your whole life like a curse. My name is Correne and I'm one of the ones doing bad. And Miss Oprah My life is so sad. I know there is a good reason you don't write back. But life just here for a season, and then it's gone just like one of Sonya lilacs. Yisterday I would have did suicide, but Ettie had used the last Tylenal aspirin the day before- for her migraine headache wouldn't hurt no more. I could have used Willies World War II gun, but it's been seven years since he had money to buy bullets. I'm scared of guns and I don't know if I have strength to pull it. And unfortunate we lives in one story house so the roof aint high enough to jump off anyway. So I guess Miss Oprah, I'm going to live to see another day. Maybe I come up with another way. **************************************** Dear Oprah, Some time I write you letter in my room at night. Aunt Ettie shout at me, I aint made of money, turn off that God darn light. When she scream like that, I cry and get tears on the letter, and I hope in my head that tomorrow will be better. Today I sit back on Ettie Sofa and smile 'cause I'm watching your show, Big Josh say, Oprah cant help you. Most you ever goin to be is a fat ugly Ho. Last week he get so mad he molest me on the couch while I was watching your show. I reach to turn off the TV. he say, leave it on! I want Oprah to see. While he mess with me, I think bout how your show tell people to hold on. I want to fight him off me, but he so strong. He cuss me when I tell him he doing wrong. I think it take a whole ocean to hold just half of my sorrow. I hear Ettie coming, Oprah. I write you again tomorrow...

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Date: 8/31/2009 6:35:00 AM
That is different, welcome to the soup enjoyed reading your letter.
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Date: 8/31/2009 3:26:00 AM
Welcome to PoetrySoup Michael. I wish you the best with your future writing Love, Carol
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