What the hell was going through my head? Over being "him", I'd rather be dead. I didn't know what was on my mind. I don't care anyway, "he'll" never again be apart of my life. Conceited, shauvanistic S.O.B. Thinking "he's" every woman's dream. I tell "him" now to step the hell back. Because my original essence has come back. So if there's anyone who took offense to "Dante's" words. I pray you'll forgive "me" for what you've heard.
Reason for writing:
Writing "A.K.A. 'Dantevan'", I was going through somethings and I made a real huge mistake changing my persona as I did.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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