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Nov 2013
At days I feel like
I'm just a doormat.
Where people just walk on.
I wish people wouldn't throw out
my mat and replace it
with a new one.
I'm to much of a nice mat, but eventually
I always end up looking
like a pile of **** at the
end of the day, because I've been stomped on
SO MANY TIMES...
Daisy C
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Daisy C  Definitely Somewhere
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