Gambling Hall Haunted

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The neon lights of the casino ruined me. My name is Alex, and I lost everything at the poker tables.
Night after night, the roulette wheel spun its hypnotic dance. The clinking of chips was my siren's call.
My wife, Sarah, begged me to abandon the roulette wheel, but the lure of the jackpot was too strong.
On that tragic night at the VIP room, I bet everything: our entire nest egg, our property - in a desperate attempt to win big.
The roulette ball landed on the wrong number and luck turned its back on me.
Returning to our house with the bitter taste of defeat, I found only a note: "I can't do this anymore. Your obsession with poker has become unbearable."
Sitting in an desolate house, I comprehended that hunting the big win robbed me of love and family.
Doctors diagnosed severe depression, intensified by my yearning for the casino floor.
Now, daily is a war not just with my compulsion to place bets, but with the profound despair in my soul. Can I possibly climb out of this black hole carved by endless nights at the tables?
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