Confession 4

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Soul mates | Confessions of a Stoic [confession 4] by Stephen A. Dantes   I sure as hell don’t need someone like he I’m worth more than this heartless fool from my locality And I’m more than positive he doesn’t deserve me He knows not how to treat a woman of sheer geniality Talks about how he hurts because he can’t treat me differently When it was his choice to make me cry and to hurt me He chose not to be there for me when I needed he He chose to give me less, and behave selfishly And he chose to pull away from our love...

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Confession 3

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Soul mates | Confessions of a Stoic [confession 3] by Stephen A. Dantes   She talks about righting wrongs and recreating history But her wounds were deeper than any eyes could see Says that she dove in with me, once again, wholeheartedly But the damage already done was way beyond recovery Then, came the admission that she tried to change for we When we both knew that ‘we’ was just a synonym for ‘she’ And that the ‘me’ part was longing for a taste of reality Where she actually allowed chance a possibility But as always,...

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Confession 2

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Soul mates | Confessions of a Stoic [confession 2] by Stephen A. Dantes   He fell in ‘love’ with me, Well, so he said to friends softly, Now, he says he admires who I used to be And loved what I did to he, He says I stopped being me And that I walked away loose and free, Says I took away my heart from we And I changed completely Said somewhere in between he and me, We lacked clarity, and transparency   Be it for a man to lessen reality And to blame his flaws on destiny See, I love him for what he showed to me And loved him still...

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Confession 1

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Soul mates | Confessions of a Stoic [confession 1] by Stephen A. Dantes     I fell in love with what she used to be; And fell in ‘like’ with how she ‘did’ to me, Honestly. Now she claims she ain’t used to me And foolishly I watched her walk loose of me Releasing the hold of her heart from me, But ‘starts’ aren’t just for show, see I know that I once fell completely, How did we get here, is far beyond me.   She speaks truthfully, And me, well, I’m used to me, Silent and salient, it’s spoof to me. She used to...

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