I lost it all
at that table, that night
dreams, hope,
maybe even a bit of myself.
But that
didn’t make me a loser.
You lose
only if you stay.
I stood up,
quiet,
broke,
but free.
I didn’t come
to chase luck
I came to face it.
And when luck
turned its back,
I turned mine too
on that room,
that game,
that lie.
I walked out
to find a better way
to win.
One not built
on cards,
but on steps
I take outside.
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
I lost it all
at that table, that night
dreams, hope,
maybe even a bit of myself.
But that
didn’t make me a loser.
You lose
only if you stay.
I stood up,
quiet,
broke,
but free.
I didn’t come
to chase luck
I came to face it.
And when luck
turned its back,
I turned mine too
on that room,
that game,
that lie.
I walked out
to find a better way
to win.
One not built
on cards,
but on steps
I take outside.
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