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The maneater.

Self esteem drop every-time I show up.

They’re looking at me like I will take their men, if I can take him from you I don’t want him. He for the streets.

He doubled text and now he’s left on delivered. He’s not him.

Phone on DND but he kept calling anyways and still shock that I never picked up.

So unbothered, they flock to me like birds of the same feather.

I don’t  want none of them.