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you're still here?

haven't you enough after every devastating fire that keeps scorching all who come too close?

aren't you afraid of the burns? the scars?

feel the heat singeing your skin

you want this?

aren't you tired of the dirt from people leaving their trace on your unblemished path?

go ahead

try to fix the debris

the scattered remnants of my over-stretched, molested heart

try to wash the blood-tear muck of my past from it

'careful not to wash away the rest of what is left, only held together by the last few strands of trust that i am capable of bearing

you're asking for trouble

i am only a burden, adding to the weight that you tried to shed

shed it

leave my self like the rest

toss me down the road

who am I to be worthy of your love?

i am nothing

i am a heap of rubble waiting to be pushed around once again

rearranged on the road of destruction

walk all over me

everyone else does

another foot print won't hurt this gravel