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Rain
I could tell it was raining before I even heard
The pitter patter of little drops
Because it was hard for my body to get out of bed again
But what am I saying!? It's always hard for me
To escape the colored covers and my dreams
It's hard enough to exist in reality
Let alone be forced into it by the bring of an alarm.
It was always easy to make someone laugh
It's like this life has been one long headache
And my days are one Advil after another
I close my eyes hard enough to escape
And i can't close my ears or ignore the sound of the clock
Telling me to wake up.
Telling me to wake up.
They say after the rain there's a thousand
Poetry submissions titled "the rain"
So this will go un-submitted
Just like a thousand others
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