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To My ExesFirst off, I really do not want to start a War of the Sexes but I do want, once and for all, to finally tell off my exes. The lies you have told about me to my two kids. It's so shameful; it makes me wanna tear off your lid. Fortunately though I keep my anger inside or you'd have gone on a mafia ride. I have a spirit that's quite forgiving but with yourselves how can you keep on living? I finally have custody of one of my sons and the battle for the other's only begun. I really only care about what's best for my sons and I know that's not being raised by you Huns. The Huns I refer to are of Attilla's flock not a short form for honeys cuz you two are not. Anyhow, I just needed to get this anger out of my soul so I can return to the self before you when I was whole. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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