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Have you ever played The Sims With the devil's controller, Where you torment the character That you customized for hours, Making them fall in love With a replica of your crush Who you would have them wed, Just to be used and cheated. Then you keep them separated Removing all the exits, As their lack of social experience Starts to reach its limits And they're crying erratically Hour after hour Weathered down to nothing but Scattered showers? Well, sometimes I feel like I'm that Sim Customized by god, who plays with satan Both laughing at the mess that they happily created. Watching me cry in a puddle of my **** Until hunger gives in And I starve to death. -SLuR
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
The Sims.
Have you ever played The Sims With the devil's controller, Where you torment the character That you customized for hours, Making them fall in love With a replica of your crush Who you would have them wed, Just to be used and cheated. Then you keep them separated Removing all the exits, As their lack of social experience Starts to reach its limits And they're crying erratically Hour after hour Weathered down to nothing but Scattered showers? Well, sometimes I feel like I'm that Sim Customized by god, who plays with satan Both laughing at the mess that they happily created. Watching me cry in a puddle of my **** Until hunger gives in And I starve to death. -SLuR
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
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