Jackpot of Regrets

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The neon lights of the casino ruined me. I, Alex, ruined myself at the poker tables.
Day after day, the roulette wheel spun its hypnotic dance. The cheers at the craps table was the soundtrack of my downfall.
My wife, Sarah, beseeched me to abandon the roulette wheel, but the lure of the jackpot was too strong.
On that ruinous night at the VIP room, I risked every last penny: our entire nest egg, our home - all on a single hand.
The dice rolled snake eyes and luck turned its back on me.
Returning to our apartment with all lost, I found only a note: "I'm leaving. Your love for the casino has ruined our lives."
Abandoned in an hollow apartment, I understood that pursuing the jackpot cost me all that was real.
Health experts recognized a depressive condition, intensified by my yearning for the casino floor.
Now, daily is a challenge not just with the memory of the poker table, but with the crushing sadness in my mind. Do I have the strength to escape this black hole carved by endless nights at the tables?
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