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Mike_25
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The liar hides losses and lies to cover tracks. Irritable and restless without the next big bet. Uses gambling as escape or thrill, priorities and responsibilities be damned.
Money meant for life basics goes down the drain watching numbers spin. While fantasies of winnings big enough to solve it all play on loop in their head. Tolerance builds fast, the highs fade quick. More money, more risk, the only way to feel that rush anymore.
Eyes on the fortune still to be won rather than losses amassed. Personal reckless becomes someone else’s debt or damage still to be paid. Lies show no signs of stopping and neither do the lies told to make it all disappear.
Feel unable to quit though the costs outweigh any benefit ten times over. Think of little else, care for little else. Relationships suffer, health suffers, livelihood hung in the balance still clinging to the hope that “this will be the one to change it all.” Fake it till they make it as the house pockets win or loss.
Law’s bent or broken to support the cause, no wrong or recklessness off limits. Consequences crowd close yet still they plead for “just one more chance.” Responsibility kissed goodbye as the craving for odds and action rule the day.
Each victory mounts debt till ruin teeters close then it’s blackmail or scams new depths now plumbed to feed the habit. Often by time the truth’s out, little dignity or scrap left to claim.
Problem gamblers choose play over life until nothing's left but the croupier's call. Forfeit all before discovering some bets just aren't worth the cost. But the thrill's the draw and reason drowns in a sea of what ifs, fueling fantasies till flaring losses dim their pointless shine.
Quitting's for losers they say. Their money, their choice they insist while poverty and waste pile up for all to see at cost. Problem gambling ends in tears, whether victors vanquished or vanquished victors in the end it's all meant to be fleeting. Balms sorrows until even winning fails to numb the ache. For satisfaction’s fugacious, the itch hard to scratch completely.
When will the realization hit that money lost is money wasted twice in the spending and losing on a bet poorly made? Each win just funds the next despite needing far more wins than losses to come out ahead. Mathematic reality's the retrograde side of a dream of easy money scarce able to blind for long.
In the end consequence reigns, hard truths catch up and still they'll owe more than winnings ever paid. If only seeing the fool's trap before skipping joyfully into its well-laid snare. Guilt and regret are harsher masters by far than any one big win. Wisdom comes late to mad gamblers, and often at far too dear a price to be called luck in disguise. Addicted or occasional, playing with fate's always risky. The responsible player knows when to quit while luck still smiles.
Money meant for life basics goes down the drain watching numbers spin. While fantasies of winnings big enough to solve it all play on loop in their head. Tolerance builds fast, the highs fade quick. More money, more risk, the only way to feel that rush anymore.
Eyes on the fortune still to be won rather than losses amassed. Personal reckless becomes someone else’s debt or damage still to be paid. Lies show no signs of stopping and neither do the lies told to make it all disappear.
Feel unable to quit though the costs outweigh any benefit ten times over. Think of little else, care for little else. Relationships suffer, health suffers, livelihood hung in the balance still clinging to the hope that “this will be the one to change it all.” Fake it till they make it as the house pockets win or loss.
Law’s bent or broken to support the cause, no wrong or recklessness off limits. Consequences crowd close yet still they plead for “just one more chance.” Responsibility kissed goodbye as the craving for odds and action rule the day.
Each victory mounts debt till ruin teeters close then it’s blackmail or scams new depths now plumbed to feed the habit. Often by time the truth’s out, little dignity or scrap left to claim.
Problem gamblers choose play over life until nothing's left but the croupier's call. Forfeit all before discovering some bets just aren't worth the cost. But the thrill's the draw and reason drowns in a sea of what ifs, fueling fantasies till flaring losses dim their pointless shine.
Quitting's for losers they say. Their money, their choice they insist while poverty and waste pile up for all to see at cost. Problem gambling ends in tears, whether victors vanquished or vanquished victors in the end it's all meant to be fleeting. Balms sorrows until even winning fails to numb the ache. For satisfaction’s fugacious, the itch hard to scratch completely.
When will the realization hit that money lost is money wasted twice in the spending and losing on a bet poorly made? Each win just funds the next despite needing far more wins than losses to come out ahead. Mathematic reality's the retrograde side of a dream of easy money scarce able to blind for long.
In the end consequence reigns, hard truths catch up and still they'll owe more than winnings ever paid. If only seeing the fool's trap before skipping joyfully into its well-laid snare. Guilt and regret are harsher masters by far than any one big win. Wisdom comes late to mad gamblers, and often at far too dear a price to be called luck in disguise. Addicted or occasional, playing with fate's always risky. The responsible player knows when to quit while luck still smiles.
