It’s not Christmas
But I need Santa
To bring you from my dreams
And have you work on my seams,
To direct your eyes to me
And see the pain I feel,
To have your magic hands
Massage the pain I feel,
To take me on in an exercise
And exhaust this tired limbs
So I can knock out of consciousness
Or it’ll be a long night.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia.
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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