Girl In the Puddle
I’m just here stuck, while people step on me
No one knows my worth
To them I’m just something to step in
No one enjoys my presence; all I am is a nuisance
The rain falls on me, and my pain gets deeper
The deeper I am the more trouble I cause
No one knows my worth
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