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A Fools Game

Gambling, fools game, oh the shame, who would of known, that the very first flutter, would lead to me in the gutter. Alone, damp streets, no-one to greet, falling to my feet, pick pennies and butts up, to feed my craving and need. Help, desperation/panic, I suddenly realised, the reality, my habit, I need to snap it, before I become a severe addict. Rehab, rehab centre, here I come, going to crack it, determined to win this time, full of slight reluctance, nerves, overwhelmed. Six, six months, I've won it, I've regained my life, time to get back on track, no more bets or slot machines.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 1/6/2013 6:56:00 AM
a addiction of any kind is written in pain, a road once visited becomes hard to refrain. thanks for sharing, may it be an inspiration to others or a warning to some.
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Date: 4/29/2012 9:09:00 AM
Nice flow... well expressed: the road to hell is hard to leave... Terry
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Amanda Sullivan
Date: 4/29/2012 12:21:00 PM
It certainly is thankyou Terry Amanda :)

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