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i am concrete. im strong. im durable. im tough. i am everywhere. although i am there, they walk past me. they walk over me. what would happen if i wasn't there? would they notice? would they care? would they break their own fall? the more and more they walk on me the more i get worn down. i am tired. i am soft. i am starting to crack and give in. nothing beautiful seems to come out of me. time passes by. A crack is beginning to be mended by the roots of a flower. I stand strong with that flower. I am not beautiful. However people dont care. a flower is a weed. crushed. wilted. bent. just wait and wonder... will it still live?