So freaking weak
I’m so freakin weak.
Had chance to choose tea today.
Didn’t. Chose coffee.
(Yea, that’s a haiku. I’m so damn talented that sometimes it’s hard to be me.)
Does it matter? No. I know that. It doesn't bother me, much. But I suppose it has to be done. Something has to be said... even if it is just screaming at the wind.
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