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League of Problems

If i die today, don't remember me as a friend or someone you knew, remember me as someone who never got into platinum, who was cursed by the solo queue, his team never knew what to do.

Top lane feeding as if trying to fix the world hunger, middle crying for blue, behind the creep score by thirty two.

Guys, it's only been ten minutes, why's our jungler away from keyboard and this attack damage carry, you mean vladimir? Yeah, they know what's meta, that's why they're building into titanic hydra.

No but really, i might die today, i got ligma in my left eye.

Well, just a dentist appointment but what's the ******* difference.

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27 / M / Estonia
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Jul 25, 2018
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