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Jan 2020
Why you still texting me ?
Lose my number forever an ex I’ll be
When you left you wasn’t worried bout me
But now you wanna ride my face
That place in my life is gone
I don’t even wanna taste
I’m in a new space whoa
Stop texting my phone
Oh you at my door
Talking bout let you in
I played my part
Even when we spilt apart
Ight come in
We can talk
Talk about closure or how bout how you walked out my life
Nah keep your clothes on
But close that door
Much like I did on this chapter
Oh you shaved
Yeah that mean **** to me after the way you behaved
That look in your eye makes me sick
You came here for some ****
Let me make my point quick
I’m done like john wick
Look dont touch me
Remember screaming **** Me
We even lost touch see
But your asking if I’m throwing what we had a way
At the end of the day you did it but aye
If what we had was a coin I’d throw it in a wishing well and wish you well
Written by
Dom McDo  26/M/Chicago
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