Poker Face Unmasked

[Annerfeib]

The gambling halls consumed me. As Alex, gambled away my future at the poker tables.
Night after night, the slot machines sang their siren song. The whir of slot machines was the soundtrack of my downfall.
My wife, Emily, beseeched me to leave the poker tables, but I was deaf to her pleas.
On that calamitous night at the high-stakes tables, I gambled everything: our life's work, our home - on a "sure thing" bet.
The roulette ball landed on the wrong number and luck turned its back on me.
Returning home with not a penny to my name, I found only a note: "I can't do this anymore. Your roulette wheel madness has ruined our lives."
Left behind in an vacant space, I finally saw that seeking the big win stripped me of what was truly valuable.
I was diagnosed with clinical depression, worsened by my casino obsession.
Now, each day is a challenge not just with the memory of the poker table, but with the profound despair in my mind. Can I possibly free myself from this void shaped by the relentless pursuit of the next win?
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