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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Persuasion is a wise man's game it's how wise men tame the thoughts of those who don't believe the truth. Well they believe but yet they crave reassurance? They want to be told they're okay,it's okay, everything's gonna go their way. I get it. Though The wise men and their games always kill me. when they validate my feelings it always seems to heal me Pain has become such a jest that I told u my pain, And u called it jokes U accused me of trying to boast?? Boast which part of this is prideful?? How come when I said this you didn't see my pain? How could you gaslight me into shame ?? you left me of the floor crying, hoping that I could be dying. all because of that wise man's game?? Desires are for the privileged. Fantasies are for the peaceful.. Dreams are for the ones worthy of the clouds Though I do fantasize Who has time for petty desires..when they're so close to being covered in a shroud… Fantasies, desires, those privileges. Sweet dreams are for the ones With no Pain. These Sinful dances My thirsts and cravings Crawling is a wise mans game I take this pain and shove it deep Then I dance with my demons until I sleep These dances cover up my shame These dances cover me right up These dances hide all my pain These dances make sure I'm not stuck Crawling is a wise man's game I like that term, "do you feel me" because I know that No one does. It's like me begging you to "heal me" yet my hands are covered in glue. Did this glue come from you. I can't lift my hand...it's as if my body does not want me to be sane. Then Realization hits me, HERE I AM HERE I DIE HERE I CRY HERE I LAY HERE I TRY HERE I LIE..Here I am prideful prey Those kisses from the sinners keep me up at night Those prayers from the sinful never Guide me to the light Do I need not they’re like they’re like just leads me towards Shame I can not move how I want. I know that these thoughts taunt me for defame..stumbling out of love..squirming to avoid all my thoughts that remain...yet I can not shake the fact that Crawling is, a wise man's game
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