I'm Polly.
A half irish brogue wearing disorganised mess.
Tea is the key to this metal heart.

Broken hearts are a fickle thing, and complicated too.
I thought I believed in love, but I’ve never seen it through.
Oh I didn’t marry the girl I loved.

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