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Jacobi Smith |
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Named After Jack |
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My name is like sand filling your mouth on a bitterly windy September day. It comes raging out syllabified like each syllable is its own word. No one can pronounce it, better yet read it. It isn’t a simple name like Doug or John. Instead it is hard and confusing like Laranzo or Normano. When you say it sounds like someone dragging his or her fingernails down a chalkboard. It smells like a dead raccoon that has been sitting in the hot sun for a couple of days. I got my name from Jack Jacobi. I have always wondered why I couldn’t be named Jack instead of Jacobi. Jack was a great man fought in the wars never lied. He was never easy to understand though. My name is the same it is good and kind but it is almost impossible to pronounce. Jack died over many of years slowly degrading until he finally passed away. That is like my name it gets worse and worse which each coming day. Until I eventually have it changed or start using a different name. We both are Leos. Leos are very self-expressive not afraid of being different that is the problem with my name it is too different. Everyone claims to want my name but deep inside I want to follow the thank you with here have it. My name is like a new shoe-bold and beautiful, but when u put your foot inside you find it to be odd and unusual. As a teacher calls role they can get every other name right but they throw it to the butcher block I can’t see how a name can be so badly carved by a tongue. My name make even the most harmonious sound like a glass bottle being smashed by a big rig. When you say it sounds like a cannon being set off in your head. That is why my name is like tin cutting the roof of your mouth.
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