to live the life...

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By EmbraceLucidity

sims i wish i were a Sim. working the sims home, kissing the sims job, flirting in the sims life. how willful of the sim seeming only to live in the moment. love in the moment *sigh* in the moment. knowing only the moment. when all is sim said and sim done they sleep in the sim beds take care of the sims kids and party in their cut little sim homes woo hooin' all over the sim place and buyin all the sim stuff they can afford oh, why cant i be a sim? to have a sim life would mean so much to me swimming in a sim pool with a hot sim guy sitting in a sim yard under a sim umbrella drinkin a sim soda and in the end of it all shal i die a sim death? eletricuted by the dishwasher, or burned by some sim stranger cooking in my house? or maybe i shal drown and to be mourned by my sim relatives would bring much peace or to haunt them for forgetting me that is satisfactory ,too.

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