Doormat

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I'm a doormat,
I was born with a purpose,

Born to clean the dirt off of people's shoes.
Born to be stepped on.
Born without a mouth,
To speak up for myself.

Every person I meet treats me like a doormat,
They step on me,
Eventually driving me thin.

So I can be thrown away.

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