Gambling's Gnawing Guilt

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The neon lights of the casino ruined me. As Alex, threw my life away at the craps tables.
Constantly, the gambling halls called. The clinking of chips was my addiction's voice.
My wife, Anna, implored me to stop gambling, but I was deaf to her pleas.
On that tragic night at the VIP room, I wagered all we had: our future, our home - on one spin of the wheel.
My poker hand was beaten and chance betrayed me.
Returning to our house with nothing left, I found only a note: "Farewell. Your slot machine fixation has torn us apart."
Deserted in an vacant room, I grasped that pursuing the perfect bet stripped me of all that was real.
Medical professionals confirmed a serious mood disorder, intensified by my yearning for the casino floor.
Now, all the time is a challenge not just with my compulsion to place bets, but with the profound despair within. Is it possible for me to free myself from this void dug by years of gambling?
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