The 6th Fortune

Life is not a matter of holding
good cards, but sometimes,
playing a poor hand well.

Life is a matter of getting rid of all the guns in your holster,
chipping away at all the scars which were left rotting in piles,
and having the courage to tell your worst fears to go back to hell.

Life is a matter of refusing the impulses towards insecure holdouts,
choosing to right the wrongs so that insult goes on for no more miles,
and eventually telling the ugliest part of your worst addictions farewell.

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