mud

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When I was little I liked to dance in the rain  I didn't care about the mud  clinging to my bleach blonde hair and ruining my shorts I smiled wide, not caring  but when I came in late home from school
Mud
You have to love me for who I become what I create, what I say, what I see, what I give, not what I take. You cannot love me for what I need what I want, what I’ve been given.
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