🎲 I used to say I wasn’t much of a gambler.
Call me cheap, but I cherish the value of a dollar,
Hating to see money slip away, wasted…
Yet, without pause, I gamble my life away.
Overwhelmed, I let my time drift like sand.
Frozen in fear, standing still,
Knowing too well that time never stands still.
I am the living definition of an oxymoron.
I’d like to believe I’m better than this—
In fact, I know I am.
But oh, how easily the mind betrays,
When you surrender it the power to lead astray.
🎲 I used to say I wasn’t much of a gambler.
Yet I couldn’t see the worth of myself,
Blindly wagering the value of my own life,
Failing to grasp its priceless weight.
How ironic-
🎲 I call the shots. 🎲
And now, I reclaim my voice, my choice.
🎲 I used to say I wasn’t much of a gambler.
Today, I call myself a recovering one.
I’ve learned to treasure the value of my life;
A gift I refuse to see wasted.
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