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IT IS I

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I am one
But I can’t believe I am
Because I feel my pulse
I feel my breath
And my skin spits
As pain floods my eyes
So I am one
But I don’t feel one
Cars are racing
And I feel like three
I see
I hear
And I feel
The breezes are blowing
And I feel
I hear
In its naughty fling with sand, I see
So I am one
But not one
I am one but I feel like three
I am one but I feel like four
In this journey through here to beyond
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
(Picture by Mash Cudjoe)

By amoafowaa

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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