Passion Tea
Sometimes when my head hurts all I can do is drink passion tea and write
This is one of those days
I only wish my manic pixie dream boy could come and take me away
Just like last time
But he is off with his beloved friends living his own life while I am here inside
At least my headache is subsiding
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