Harry's POV
Harold Edward Styles.
Twenty years old.
Depressed.
Currently waiting for my life to end so that
I can just be free.
That was two years ago.
All that changes once I arrive in a place I never
thought would make me change my point of view or even my
mind set.
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As I glance up,
her beautiful caramel eyes,
I realise that I don't want to die.
The nights spent with the metal blade piercing my skin.
The nights spent chugging pills and what not.
The nights were I would ask for death.
I wish,
I wish that I never, ever, did that
because then my beautiful, beautiful Kenya would never be
looking at me with such sadness and sorrow.
Thoughts and thoughts swim around my head.
Yet,
I still can't help but think that out of all the places,
I fell in love Africa.
I, a depressed singer.
I, a lost and confused being.
I, who thought love was a load of shit, has fallen in love.
Her ebony curls,
Her full juicy lips,
Her caramel brown, Bambi eyes.
Africa Lovin,
Africa Lovin,
Oh Africa,
How broken she had left me.
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Just so you could get an insight.
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Audrey
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Africa Loving
FanfictionI'm more than droughts, I'm more than the thousand people who don't have a home, I'm more than the gusty winds. I am Africa. My names Kenya. I live in a country where it's known for its droughts, it's refugees and it's dying children. I try to s...
