Gambling

Rock

Paper

Scissors

Now my knuckles bleed from paper cuts.

Rock paper scissors

My fingers were mutilated by doubled knives.

Rock paper scissors

A rock split my skull open.

My arrogant heart

Learnt that day to never

Bet on a life.

I hope the ones who taught me

how to gamble my soul away

are happy.

Because i blame them

but followed them anyway.

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