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Sep 2021
I don’t know if you’re dead
But you’re dead to me
Still running the streets
I haven’t heard from you
It’s been three weeks

I pray for you
I used to curse your name
You dragged me through the mud
Playing your games
You lost everything

My greatest pleasure and
My greatest pain
I never thought I’d get hurt like that again
I thought all my dreams came true
But it turned into a nightmare fast

I’ve been grieving you as if you’re dead
The person you used to be is gone
Or maybe he never really existed at all
You could be dead
You don’t answer when I call

You pushed me away
Ashamed of your actions
I’m afraid of your fatal attraction
The streets are your wife
I was just your mistress
Copyright © 2021 Mariah Simpson All Rights Reserved
Mariah
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Mariah  30/F/CA USA
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