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The casino became my obsession. I'm a man named Alex who threw my life away at the blackjack tables.
Constantly, the gambling halls called. The clinking of chips was my addiction's voice.
My wife, Anna, pleaded with me to quit playing slots, but the lure of the jackpot was too strong.
On that calamitous night at the exclusive casino, I gambled every last penny: our future, our residence - in a high-stakes poker game.
The slot machine displayed "LOSE" and luck turned its back on me.
Returning to our apartment with empty pockets, I found only a note: "I'm leaving. Your obsession with poker has torn us apart."
Sitting in an empty apartment, I finally saw that grasping at a royal flush cost me my true treasures.
Medical professionals confirmed severe depression, intensified by my yearning for the casino floor.
Now, constantly is a struggle not just with my urge to return to the casino, but with the all-consuming melancholy in my soul. Is it possible for me to escape this chasm created by the glittering world of casinos?
