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Sep 2020
I do not know why, but she did it!
I thought she was faithful but she was not.
I thought she was in love but she was not.
I do not know why, but she did it!
I use to give her whatever she needs but she did it!
She calls herself a night debt collector while she was not;
She died on a Sosa (crack) deal, surely she was not!
Gangsters pull-ups in black cars at her funeral, shouting she did it.

Take time before you take her to that landlord's house.
Gangster's funeral was your funeral, my so-called darling.
Gorillas spinning cars, fingers on triggers, and earsplitting she did it.
That where I picked up some words, she uses to nasal utter in my house.
Thugs speaking of Sosa and crack like my so-called darling;
I googled each and every word they spit until I knew she did it!


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-The Survivor
Masterchain Tsabedze
Written by
Masterchain Tsabedze  28/M/Swaziland Mbabane
(28/M/Swaziland Mbabane)   
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