I wrote myself in a narrative….
One old with age and time…
And in the beginning I didn’t have a choice….
Always running from one addiction to the next…
I was loyal to the game for a long time….
But I had to walk away to save my own life…
Because I’m not helpless anymore…
And I’m not alone….
And I’m not a victim….
This isn’t your story it’s mine…
It’s mine…
