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dodaj do znaj prosze, mam pytanie
nwm dlaczego nie moge dodac z maina
The game's on hold, but the words reappear.
CS2 waits, the action on freeze,
And here I am, with a moment to seize.
The cursor blinks, and I start to write,
A poem in the quiet, between rounds of the fight.
The rifles are still, the footsteps are gone,
But my thoughts keep spinning, they carry me on.
Between the frags and the flashes, the tension unwinds,
In this fleeting pause, I find rhythm in lines.
Bullets on hold, but the verses take aim,
Crafting each stanza in the heart of the game.
Grenades in the distance, strategies on cue,
But for now, I’m lost in a world that’s new.
In the silence of combat, I scribble with ease,
A poem in pause time, like a breath in the breeze.
The countdown resumes, the match will restart,
But I’ve left a poem, like a mark on my heart.
In the midst of the chaos, a calm little rhyme,
Writing in the spaces, between moments of time.