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Sep 27
I'm so far from the ceiling
and there are no pillars of support
but if I were a part of the building
then I would be the floor.
Everybody walks all over me,
just the same as before.
There are no skies for me to scrape,
nobody ever keeps the score.
Written by
Wyatt  22/M/South Carolina
(22/M/South Carolina)   
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