Craps Shooter Shattered

[Paleva]

The gambling halls consumed me. I, Alex, threw my life away at the slot machines.
Day after day, the gambling halls called. The call of "place your bets" was the soundtrack of my downfall.
My wife, Maria, beseeched me to quit playing slots, but I was too far gone.
On that calamitous night at the high-stakes tables, I put on the line everything: our life's work, our property - on a "sure thing" bet.
The roulette ball landed on the wrong number and chance betrayed me.
Returning to what was once our home with nothing left, I found only a note: "Goodbye. Your gambling addiction has destroyed us."
Left behind in an desolate apartment, I comprehended that hunting the perfect bet robbed me of my true treasures.
Health experts recognized severe depression, exacerbated by gambling addiction.
Now, constantly is a battle not just with the phantom sounds of slot machines, but with the overwhelming gloom inside me. Do I have the strength to rise above this chasm carved by endless nights at the tables?
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