Backwards

The hardest part of playing poker is dealing

The last thing on the other players mind is your feelings

 

You’re killing yourself; you’re neglecting your health

 

I’m officially more alone than the dusty books on the shelf

Life is a math problem, I’m stuck and I need help

I’ve fallen and I can’t get up

How much is enough?

 

How lost does perpetual last?

How do you break glass?

 

It’s broken, it’s fractured

The only way to make sense is if you take it and flip it backwards

 

The End

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