Unlucky

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You call yourself "unlucky" to be here


You lose every gamble you hold dear


From the misfortune you cannot steer


Well that's karma, I fear


Be grateful for your unluckiness


You know not what it has saved you from


And be grateful for your luckiness


What you have but are not fixated on


For you have won the greatest lottery around


You are here safe and sound



Sorry for the lack of poems in the past few days. I've published 13 today, hopefully you enjoyed! <3

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