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SocialRaindrops on my Face
by aznosmao
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People used to worry about me,
When I stood outside in the rain.
My mother said I would get a cold.
My father said it might be acid rain.
But I rather be stuck in bed, sniffling,
Or be dissolved away, drop by drop,
If it means the pain would be gone.
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