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The title is :

P - Penny 
F - For
M - My 
T - Thought

I don't think that's the real expression.  It goes along the lines of penny for your thought.. .or something like that ....abeg  don't come and give me wahala just because I don't remember this.

This is basically about random thoughts I get during the day. Some are really weird and others are really deep. There's seriously no in-between.  Their either weird or deep . I'm Christian so, some thoughts in this book would be about Christianity 🤗

Anyways enjoy and hopefully, relate to some of these.

Enjoy reading my private thoughts you unsympathetic human being🚶🏾‍♀️🙃

But seriously though,  how would you feel if people could hear you thoughts. And on top of that too, people you don't know.  
It's weird innit?😂😂

Don't mind me and have fun ai❤All Rights Reserved

christian christianauthor christianwriter ghanaianauthor ghanaianwriter projectghana random randomthoughts

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