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There is a peculiar bitterness in being cast out from a world you once called home.
Faceit , the sacred battleground for gamers, was my arena of triumphs and defeats. Yet, in one swift decision, it became my exile .
They say words hold power ; mine sealed my fate.
Verbal abuse , they called it—a hollow judgment against the passion I poured into every match.
This is the account of my ingratitude .
I will not thank the system that silenced me, nor applaud the platform that forgot my loyalty.
I was condemned, not for lack of skill, but for the intensity of my expression.
This is not redemption but defiance —
A manifesto of the misunderstood,
And perhaps, the unforgiven.