In the realm where circuits hum, and pixels dance,
There dwells a player known for skill and chance.
His name is Flex, in the CS domain,
Where teamwork and strategy reign.

With mouse in hand and headset snug,
He navigates the maps, each corner, each rug.
But lately, his focus begins to sway,
For love's sweet call beckons him away.

His teammates feel the absence keen,
As Flex, once sharp, now seems to dream.
His mind, it wanders to another's face,
To tender moments in an embrace.

His wife, his love, a beacon bright,
Guiding him through the darkest night.
Yet in the game, his heart divided,
His loyalty to both sides confided.

He knows his team relies on him,
Yet home calls louder, dimming game's bright hymn.
But in this conflict, a truth is clear,
Love's pull, though strong, can't replace career.

langweilig

Nice profile <3

aim wh

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