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Filing Exempt from his EXs

Let’s get this clear…
I’m not the woman that he complains about.
I’m not that woman in which he bad mouths.
I’m the woman whom he doubts.
The one when he’s in jam, bails him out.
When he’s struggling, helps him out.
The one he leaves to go to others and lie about.
Let him tell it, he’s been single for the past several years.
I’m just his best friend whom he holds quite dear.
I think he figures when his life becomes that of his dreams, he’ll find someone better than me.
But now while he’s still on his way, I’m best to have in his pocket, his ace in the hold, isn’t that what they say?
But that woman who doesn’t know how to treat a man, he always speaks of, he once claimed as his wife, so I’m guessing they were madly in love.
He hasn’t moved on from her, I believe no one compares.
Not to her cooking, cleaning, or fashionable flair.
She must have set a standard so high, because since her he hasn’t had a romantic life.
Being such a close friend, I’ve witnessed him since.
My heart goes out to him, but that’s it.
I think he needs l-ve but he ain’t someone I see myself having a future with…

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big baby said…
I love this! DEEP!!!!

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