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when I walked outside today
there were acres and acres
of mud
there were puddles standing
threatening my socks
and all I could think about
was myself
my socks
my hair frizzing in the rain
april fool's wasn't funny
I spent the day inside myself
she always reminds me
always tries to pull me out
at the absolute worst time
enumerates my faults
draws the parallels between the past
and now
its rained for days before
but somehow I feel that this time it
won't end...