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Mar 2016
two heavy feet
standing square
upon my chest
I can't breathe
I can't scream
that's what it's like
to be a doormat
to be a set of stairs
always helping
someone else
get to where they need to be
Never thought about
what was in it for me
Sarah
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Sarah  31/F/Michigan
(31/F/Michigan)   
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   ---, Mina, --- and strawberry fields
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