The Sims
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Category : Poems
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The love I gave away dangerously
Has come right back around in reflections.
ATMs give the obituaries
For a man who found love in mutilation.
I gave him love the best way I knew how
Just for him to gamble the self esteem he had left.
I let him in as much as my mind would allow
And any chance he could, he spoke of death.
Whoever looks at me in the mirror
Hates me as much as I hate him.
His demeanor is that of a killer.
Why do I feel like this is a game of The Sims?
