Out
I was playin’ a card
I was the one goin’ stupid hard
Things was looking funny
But I was always lovin’ the money
But I always hated a drought
I was in but now I’m out!
I love some ones
But I hate the no ones
I’m out now but I use to love them guns
I want things to be different but I want a change
I’ve always been true to the game
I always wanna win no doubt
I was in but now I’m out
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This poem has an interesting story and I like that it’s related to a card game. This poem almost sounds like a poker game because the adjectives used sound like you wanted to stop but you couldn’t stop until you were out. I understand that addiction can be hard to stop and there is a process to everyone’s madness. You got this and remember the best is yet to come!