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Nov 2017
it's all up to chance, so I do have a fair shot,
once I win, I will go home tall and proud.
gambling is bad, this my father once taught,
but his advice I ignored, lost in the casino's crowd.

what does he know of gambling? when he has never tried,
he only listened to the generations before him,
never feeling the joy I'm feeling, pathetic, I felt,
everyone should have a go at this gamble, it's fun.

winning a few rounds, confidence grows,
I up the bids, thinking of the future where I'm rich.
but wait! no way, how did he...
I thought the chance of that was one out of ten!

it's ok, calm, I can still win it back,
a few more wins shall do the trick,
I'll just win some more, win some....
****, why is he so lucky!

losing and losing, losing and losing,
I'm out of cash, and out of dignity.

but hey? I can win those back, right?

and then the dice rolled again.
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Faan
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Faan  19/Australia
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