Sorrow.
Why do you seem to follow?
Sorrow.
Leaving us feeling so hollow.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow we say?
Tomorrow is the day we choose to put it away.
But sorrow always gets in the way.
Sorrow.
It makes you beg, steal wait I mean borrow.
Sorrow it plants its seed.
Standing in between everything you need.
Which is ✌️.
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