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Adrião Pereira da Cunha's avatar

This poem reads like someone admitting, with a kind of tired honesty, that real life already asks more of them than they can manage. I love how the small details forgetting to wash your face, noticing a pink mark in the mirror make the speaker feel so real and relatable. The chaos of The Sims becomes almost too emotional, especially the idea of ghost dogs and burnt houses being “too much.” There’s something tender in choosing to style characters instead of controlling their lives, as if beauty feels safer than power. The line “I’d clay the stars glam” is playful but also a little sad, like trying to fix what can’t be fixed. And the ending lands with a quiet punch: the confession that they only want to run toward what wounds them. It turns the whole poem inward, revealing a softness beneath the humor.

Michael Drummond's avatar

I never knew the Sims were so involved. I never played because I thought that lacking a competitive goal seemed boring. They could at least include a storyline.....

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