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The neon lights of the casino ruined me. My name is Alex, and I lost everything at the poker tables.
Constantly, the poker tables whispered promises. The cheers at the craps table was my addiction's voice.
My wife, Maria, implored me to leave the poker tables, but I was too far gone.
On that calamitous night at the underground gambling den, I put on the line everything: our life's work, our house - on one spin of the wheel.
The dice rolled snake eyes and fortune abandoned me.
Returning to what was once our home with nothing left, I found only a note: "I can't do this anymore. Your obsession with poker has destroyed us."
Abandoned in an desolate room, I comprehended that pursuing the big win stripped me of my true treasures.
I was diagnosed with clinical depression, compounded by my withdrawal from betting.
Now, daily is a fight not just with my urge to return to the casino, but with the all-consuming melancholy that haunts me. Will I ever climb out of this pit shaped by the relentless pursuit of the next win?
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