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Comments about Sam Reimer
With unfulfilled expectations the offender cries inside I hurt, I hurt.
(S) He disconnects and some awful things, frothing, then may blurt.’
Often not realizing the pain (s) he inflicts may take a long time to heal,
(S) He sometimes realizes the wrong and then shifts to an appeal.
There’s often a cycle to this madness – tension, violation, honeymoon.
Over and over, until the pain builds up like an ominous toxic balloon.
When will it end (s) he bewails? Was (s) he too a victim for a time?
Why do I hurt others, those I love and myself, knowing it’s a crime?