PFMT
- Letture 9
- Voti 2
- Parti 1
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❤
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