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Where strategy meets skill and teams collide,
There’s a shadow that dances, a ghost in the fray—
A Wraith on my team, and they're throwing today.
They dart and they dash with ethereal grace,
But never when needed, they're lost in their chase.
Objectives forgotten, they linger alone,
While I'm left defending our crumbling throne.
Their shots miss the mark, their aim's gone astray,
While I’m shouting for backup that’s drifting away.
I charge in with fury, my trust growing thin—
This Wraith is the reason we just cannot win.
In moments of peril, when all’s on the line,
I look for my teammate, but where is the sign?
That spectral figure who’s caught in a dream,
The Wraith who has shattered my hopes for the team.
So here’s to the Wraith who flies solo and wild,
A phantom who plays like an aimless child.
Next match, I’ll pray for a team without you,
But in this one, Wraith, my game is through.
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