I Am Concrete

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You step on me with your boot
Like I am concrete on the ground
I crumble beneath your weight
And the mass of your sins
So lonely as you fall
Then proceed to walk as if
I did not exist
You reap what I sow
Given gilded skin for a mind that is
Everything but your own
I am nothing
But the concrete
You step on

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