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

If I was the kind who was inclined to cry,
I’d cry for the strings I cut loose.
And I’d cry for the bridges I burned,
Just to make myself a little room to move.

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    1. flamingopolly posted this
    1. Timestamp: Wednesday 2012/02/29 15:00:05
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