April 19, 2009
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The sun shines into the dimly lit room
As I get up from bed and pick up a broom
Sweep all my faults right under my bed
And the run down the creaky stairs to go take my med

As I sit alone to drink myself dry
Underneath this ceiling is someone wishing to get high
Sobering up is such a hard thing to do
Especially when you want a couple more than a few

So I drink my coffee imagining its jack
Hoping someone will come nick on my nack
My mind spinning in so many directions
Good thing I don't quite have an infection

So help me through in this time of need
The silence beside me isn't really doing the deed
A hand to hold or a heart to help mend
Because really all I need is a nice good friend

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