I am a street where people walk and drive. Do people hate me or love me? why do they constantly walk and run on my face? People spit on me, did i do something wrong to them? When they drive their cars on me it hurts they are so heavy i cant take it and crack sometimes. I see crimes happen all the time and try to stop them but i cant do anything to stop them. i see people get killed on me all the time. why must humanity destroy me they must hate me. then there are the ones that love me and give me a face lift by repairing me. I hope that humanity wont destroy me.