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A Sonnet of Loss

For times when you left me sad and alone
Though many of the others left their scorn
My lonely heart would never fade to stone
You would then be the one who was forlorn

And although I must admit at the start
When all my troubles filled me to my core
You left me stranded with a broken heart
And now I think that you are such a bore

The time alone I’m staring at my screen
Watching little bars ticking out of sight
I can’t believe that you can be so mean
When I know for a fact you are my right

You can’t mean to put me as all the blame
I paid twenty three dollars for this game!

--Michael B., Adult