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Leaving behind our cs days.
Once a fierce duo, in digital fights,
Now he's off to enjoy his romantic nights.
No more office, no more inferno's heat,
He's swapped his knife for dates so sweet.
No more counter strike, no more grand stand,
He's off chasing love, leaving me in the sand.
No more thrills after a victorious round,
Just the hollow echoes of a teammate not around.
We used to rush b, a fearsome pair,
Now he's rushing to meet her, with nary a care.
No more win streaks, just love on his mind,
While I'm left here alone, with myself to grind.
No mid game blinkers, no more digital plot,
He's crafting love stories, and I'm left to rot.
Remember the times, the victories we'd toast?
Now it's just me, a solo ghost.
So here's to my ♥♥♥♥♥, in love's deep dive,
May your connection have less lag than arunas strive.
And though you've left us for dead and such,
In cs memories, you'll always be clutch.