the son of a ♥♥♥♥♥ who cries every round suck my balls

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He walks with a scowl, a storm in his chest,
Words like daggers, never at rest.
A sneer for the kind, a scoff for the meek,
His voice like gravel, bitter and bleak.

No kindness lingers in the air he treads,
Only whispers of things better unsaid.
A heart locked tight, rusted with spite,
Casting shadows where there should be light.

But anger is hollow, a house built on sand,
Loneliness lingers in the touch of his hand.
For thorns may prick and poison may stain,
Yet even the cruel still carry their pain.

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Han är bäst på att klaga på sina teammates som han gör 0 effort att skapa synergy med

Han elskar blixtattacker i spel! han tycker det är coolt