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Apr 5
You used to knock on my door,
you visited me often.

But one day you broke my
boundaries, you broke my
heart and trust.

Slowly I had to show you the door,
my boundaries became important,
you became a burden on my once
happy life.

I realized, I was nothing more
than your doormat.

So, I showed you the door and
I gave you the mat.

That's my boundaries.

ÂŠī¸ 2025 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton
Written by
Amanda Shelton  37/F/Bakersfield California
(37/F/Bakersfield California)   
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