Blackjack's Broken Home

[Dyptore]

The neon lights of the casino ruined me. Alex here, lost everything at the blackjack tables.
Every night, the poker tables whispered promises. The shuffling of cards was my siren's call.
My wife, Sarah, implored me to stop gambling, but I couldn't resist the pull.
On that disastrous night at the VIP room, I risked it all: our savings, our home - in a desperate attempt to win big.
The slot machine displayed "LOSE" and luck turned its back on me.
Returning to our place with not a penny to my name, I found only a note: "Farewell. Your slot machine fixation has become unbearable."
Left behind in an vacant home, I comprehended that grasping at the big win lost me love and family.
Doctors diagnosed major depressive disorder, intensified by my yearning for the casino floor.
Now, every day is a challenge not just with the lure of the roulette wheel, but with the crushing sadness that haunts me. Is there any way I can rise above this chasm created by the glittering world of casinos?
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