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Originally Posted by naixlifestealer
Poem God, It's an awsome Idea.
Last-hitting you requires great skill;
My early-game gold you surely do fill.
This hollow inventory harms,
Even with "ss" alarms.
Die, creeps; please say that you will.
"Every day with you gives me a thrill;
All my dreams you richly fulfill.
I’m a fool for your charms,
You belong in my arms;
Love me; please say that you will."
Don't ks your carry and victory is inevitable. It's as simple and as difficult as that.
"Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that."