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Aug 2012
Sorrow,
Still tomorrow,
Unless I die,
Must get high,
Take a trip,
Pills I'm slipped.

Sorrow,
Something to borrow,
To make me smile,
For a brief while,
Feel like trash,
They paid ME cash.

Sorrow,
Sorrow,
Please take tomorrow.
written in 2006
Simon Clark
Written by
Simon Clark
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