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Author: Jolyn
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-17-03 - Updated: 03-17-03 - id:1259382
You walk right over me,

Like I'm not even there,

Like you ~can't~ see me,

Like you don't care.

I've been trampled over,

And I've been ignored,

I won't stand for it,

I can't take it anymore.

If you want a doormat,

Go buy one at your leisure,

For I will no longer be,

Used for your twisted pleasure.

~Jolyn



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