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My Life as a Doormat
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Loosely Based On I let you walk all over me,
treating me like I was a disgrace
because I fell before you
in surrender.
You swept your secrets under me,
leaving me to cover up my faults,
until someone pulled me up
and dusted me off.
He would not abandon me like you,
making me a disposable object;
he saw me as something salvageable
despite the grime you left.
