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Speak to me
Tell me your stories
Engage me in your world
About your fails and your glories

Confide in me
Tell me your sorrows
Let me empathise with you
Share your woes

Laugh with me
Tell me your jokes
Heartily, I will burst into laughters
Tickle my funny bone

Bring me to your past
Talk about your present
Fly me into your future
I share mine too, and I will listen

*Come be with me
In this little bubble
For our conversation
Seems like it could last...

...forever
Personally, I think good conversations are really ****.
Love is a losing game
Im not scared to play
“By any means necessary”
Words of encouragement to my self-depreciated soul

Pure happiness coming at a premium
The outside world strips me; making me its *****

Strange lips and unfamiliar hands cradle me
Satisfaction in this sense is only temporary

Criticism coming from every direction
Questioning whether my lifestyle is necessary

I’ve never enjoyed my naked predicament
However, it’s my only productive option

Allowing simpletons to simply have their way
Faking pleasure, keeping my pain locked in

After so much abuse, I try to be a man
Clothing myself again, ******* up the tears

The world has other ideas
Unleashing every one of my fears

Again, cold and abandoned
I find myself back at square one

Becoming a slave to the world
Just another form of prostitution
written 1/2/13
What is the difference,
Asked the educator,
Between being skillful,
Such as a *******,
And being educated,
Such as a teacher?

*Well,
replied a prostitue,
One educates skillfully,
The other skillfully educates.


Which is which?
The educator responded.

Depends, said the *******,
On the pay and benefits.
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