No shade towards me anymore, even though I am under covered by the canopy of CHANGE yet the sun floged me more like Buhari's favourite slogan "Change".
We talked change too much.
What colour is the change self?
Vincible yet unclear? Yes, unclear.
Before now it was meant to be snow like in character but right now I don't know neither do I understand either.
Why changed took cover over night like camelieon. We don't know. Only God does. It first came looking so cute, fresh But right away, the different is unclear.
Now the weather is so hurt, so different, I have to deviate my directions. Its unclear, unsafe and I don't wanna rock under it anymore.
Yes, I feel like I'm in a personal hell under this hurt weather. I don't do anything to deserve this change. Its just too much. It shouldn't be like this. So hurt right now.
Gush! Enough staying under this hurt weather. Full of fake coast.
Disguised with empty promises, the fake caring, the fake love, the fake pretence, the fake respect... I am good from all of these FAKES.!.
Pull me out of it Lord.
I'm done with these fakes.
Ofcourse I can't do it alone.
Yes, with YOU all of these FAKES turns REAL and no more pretence...
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SHADE OF FAKES! MIRROR OF FAKES! SHADOW OF FAKES! BEAUTIFUL FAKES! Which of these sute this piece.?.
Note: you can add yours if any of the above doesn't sute your taste!
Don't let it looked FAKED make it REAL and let's have fun...
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Et_Fridex_Dairy.!.