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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
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
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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
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
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