Poker Chips and Broken Dreams

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The gambling halls consumed me. I, Alex, ruined myself at the slot machines.
Day after day, the poker tables whispered promises. The clinking of chips was my siren's call.
My wife, Emily, begged me to stay away from the casino, but the lure of the jackpot was too strong.
On that fateful night at the underground gambling den, I put on the line it all: our life's work, our house - in a high-stakes poker game.
The slot machine displayed "LOSE" and chance betrayed me.
Returning to our apartment with nothing left, I found only a note: "It's over. Your slot machine fixation has left us with nothing."
Sitting in an desolate home, I comprehended that seeking a lucky streak stripped me of my true treasures.
Doctors diagnosed major depressive disorder, exacerbated by gambling addiction.
Now, daily is a struggle not just with my compulsion to place bets, but with the overwhelming gloom within. Will I ever escape this chasm created by the glittering world of casinos?
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