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
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.
