Thursday 19:30 Cardiff

Crazy to swear in a church!

Awful but needed,
Ill sit in my chair with all eyes on me.

To speak from your heart but you know your a liar,

I hand out advice but not to belive others. 

We talk about finances but think nothing of it. 

the numbers roll, 

the depression surpasses. 

Im in my chair alone just like me in my attic, 

my attic my brain all deam the same

I'm a compulsive gambler,  but somethings changing. 

It's that time again. 

Thursday 19:30 gamblers annoymus.

 

A.M.M

28/03/19 - present. 

 

 

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