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The Gambler

The gambler It fills my body with heat From my head to the bottom of my feet An urge so strong I know its wrong. But it takes control of me. I can go in with my purse full I leave with nothing but guilt It eats me alive, knocks me ill But that drive for more never leaves me. Everything iv got i put in Then sorrow eats me alive when i dont win Why do i do it to myself It kills my mental health Why can i not just quit? I make myself worse with this sh*t The colours are bright Each spin lures you in Your chasing a win That never comes in Its not worth the stress i put myself under For the sake of a 5 second wonder Because even if i win i put it back in And im back to square one. I never thought this would be me I never knew this addictive part was inside me. Now iv had enough I know it will be tough but im done with it all Im leaving it to flee to be gamble addiction free. Written by Blair bettley

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