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  • #8579
    Khurram_93
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    I went up to that wheel I don’t think I could explain how I used to feel The gambling got so heavy, at times it didn’t even same real I would at times bet on that zero The ball jumped on to my number, I would feel like a hero. The ball would Land on number one Swoosh sheeeee , tick tack… my Money would be gone At times With the casino chimes … Sitting with a smile above my chin Till that point I had gambled all day not ate for days and look3; so paper thin. I hate this gambling I hate that ball rumbling I hate that noise while the ball runs along that wheel Till we look up at that wheel and we know how we really feel. I wrote this poem so I could heal, you could heal. Now I know my addiction is real. But all of this I just want to seal At nights I twitch , I turn. But my dear friends we do we have so much money to burn. Let me tell you …

    #8580
    i-did-it
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    Hi khurram, This poem captures the sounds and sights of the wheel , the anticipation of the gamble – how we self neglect . Gambling truly is multi sensory addiction . Great poem .

    #8581
    Khurram_93
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    I did it , you did it you made my day. Bless you

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