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Ive had enough, and now im on cooldown, and sit in the skype without making a sound
Im crying. My face hurts from tears, but when I return Cam will die in fear
He will accept his punishment without a peep, and when done with him his butthole will seap
So lone and behold my revenge will be made, but first I will do something that will never happen to Cam; and that is to get laid
So I end off this poem with a farewell to my friend, because now our line of friendship has a broken bend
Please Cam apologize now, or get your ass kicked and ill stand over your corpse with a bow
(2/2)
The last enemy alive was finally killed, and cam had to shoot me because hes so unskilled
I lost my inventory in full, but cam didn't take that into consideration because hes dull
My Ak was good as gone, and it was sad because me and that gun had a bond
It was like my best friend die and couldnt help, and as soon as it happened I cried out and yelped
I demanded he replace it; to fix his bad deed, but instead it resulted in me losing my lead
(1/2)