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The neon lights of the casino ruined me. My name is Alex, and I threw my life away at the roulette wheel.
Each evening, the poker tables whispered promises. The cheers at the craps table was an irresistible lure.
My wife, Maria, urged me to quit playing slots, but I was too far gone.
On that calamitous night at the underground gambling den, I gambled every last penny: our savings, our property - all on a single hand.
The slot machine displayed "LOSE" and the house always wins.
Returning home with empty pockets, I found only a note: "I can't do this anymore. Your gambling addiction has left us with nothing."
Deserted in an empty space, I finally saw that grasping at the perfect bet deprived me of love and family.
Medical professionals confirmed a serious mood disorder, exacerbated by gambling addiction.
Now, every day is a struggle not just with the memory of the poker table, but with the all-consuming melancholy in my soul. Will I ever overcome this void dug by years of gambling?
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