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The Armchair Gambler

All bets are on

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I have nowhere that I fit in, nowhere to belong
Nowhere to call home
Have I revealed enough to you yet?
I conceal myself in this revealing, the self I cannot
Find words for, the empty self
The hungry self
The longing self that always wants more
And buys comfy sweaters and cozy blankets in a bid
To calm the ache inside




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David Majister

David Majister

10x top writer. World traveler (26 countries). Runner (1k+ miles). Meditator (9.5k minutes). Introvert. Wild swimmer. Story maker.

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