Jackpot Junkie's Journey

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The neon lights of the casino ruined me. As Alex, lost everything at the craps tables.
Night after night, the poker tables whispered promises. The clinking of chips was my siren's call.
My wife, Sarah, implored me to quit playing slots, but I was too far gone.
On that calamitous night at the VIP room, I gambled our whole life: our life's work, our dwelling - in a desperate attempt to win big.
The dice rolled snake eyes and luck turned its back on me.
Returning to our place with not a penny to my name, I found only a note: "I can't do this anymore. Your obsession with poker has destroyed us."
Sitting in an desolate home, I grasped that pursuing the perfect bet lost me all that was real.
I was diagnosed with a serious mood disorder, intensified by my yearning for the casino floor.
Now, daily is a struggle not just with the memory of the poker table, but with the overwhelming gloom within. Can I possibly rise above this void left by my addiction to betting?
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