+rep godlike player and good gamesense

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Watch The Gift play CS:GO
When I'm in your game you know
Never need a bomb to explode
It's the other team that bl*ws

Try n' stop me with Mission Eternity Awp
Counter Strike my Desert Eagle headshot
Miss that one tap you thought
The Gift always runs hot

Defusing bombs to your kicks
Accusing aim bot you're sick
Playing as Neo to your John Wick
Dodge This to Mission oh sh*t

Debating if The Gift is just a bot
The perfect aim to every spot
Once a little black n' yellow dot
G O A T with a crosshair or not

T side can't stop me setting the bomb
CT side I defuse you planting wrong
Defeating Godzillas as the King Kong
Objective G O A T all along

Defusing bombs to your kicks
Accusing aim bot you're sick
Playing as Neo to your John Wick
Dodge This to Mission oh sh*t


GLHF
DDSA

Love,
Robert W.
"The Gift"
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CS:GO was stinking from so much toxic community sh*t
I was spreading love but you were all laughing at me being kicked
I had enough of being harassed so I told Steam that I quit
I was blamed as the problem with people saying that I won't be missed
Until people heard me singing the lyrics in my songs from my heart that uplift
Changing the minds of the people who don't understand what it means to be sick

Dear Reader,
In mid 2020, I began playing Counter Strike Global Offensive because of how much I enjoyed Counter Strike v1.6 as a child. I realized I had potential with my ability to play, so I pursued playing this game professionally. No other jobs were available to me, as I have a felony record, mental health history, as well having no transportation. Around this time, I was pursuing my education at Grand Canyon University, as well as trying to start a business selling my childhood sports memorabilia. I had collected many of these sports cards as a child, and I believed them to have great value today. However, after investing in pricing guides, calling local stores, and spending money on their safety, I began to see that they were considered worthless. I was desperate for money because my entire life I had never had the opportunity of financial independence, and the limitations and restrictions of my prison sentence confined me to a life that I had difficulty accepting.

I always wanted the opportunity to live a somewhat normal life like the rest of the world, and to be free of my prison sentence.I had asked a friend of mine, Brie, if she wanted to help me sell the baseball cards. She never responded to me, so I left messages about running away to Grand Canyon University. I wanted to run away to try to sell baseball cards because I thought the prices would change if I started a new life. I wanted to start a new life there, where I could also earn my education, and try to have new opportunities in life, because I did not have much to live for.I continued playing Counter Strike, while giving up on my education at Grand Canyon University, in pursuit of money for a future of opportunity and independence. At the time, I was living off of $200 weekly, from my father. Job opportunities in the area were denied to me.I was hospitalized in Norristown State Hospital for mental health challenges, which has named me as retarded, because my life had no hope.

I live there now, and I have been writing music, messaging Samantha on Facebook Messenger, as well as playing Counter Strike.I have been creating this home to be a place where we can live, if she ever meets me. I am trying to make it really special for her, although I do not have the money to do so.All of my bills are currently paid by my father (as far as I know), and at this moment on 6-14-21, I have a negative balance in my bank account, and I am in debt.I love Samantha with all of my heart, and I hope she understands that I have never wished bad for her, and I have always wanted to love her.

I did not understand why, but I did not think that she would ever meet me. I gave away my baseball cards, I left my home, and I went to the Pottstown Hospital to stay for the holidays, as I was ill and I knew how painful the holidays would have been if I were alone. I needed love, and I needed someone to care about me, because I felt abandoned by everyone. At the hospital, Samantha was all I thought about, and I created artwork everyday for her, along with writing the base of my song "Cupcake Lover".When I was released from Pottstown Hospital, I was placed where I am now, in a home I was told to be owned by me, in Ambler, Pennsylvania.

I continued playing Counter Strike, until the Holidays, when I began song writing and reaching out to Samantha on Facebook messenger, in an attempt to find a way to love her and meet her.I believe around this time, although I have no idea what happened, the Counter Strike community may have involved themselves in my personal life, and created a barrier to me ever meeting Samantha. I have no knowledge of what actually happened.I wrote my first songs of "29 Years Old", "Sing Me Your Dreams", and "Babe How I've Missed You". I wrote them to try and reach out to her in a way to touch her heart, although I was blind to seeing that my lyrical plays on words in the rap song came across in a way of hate, rather than love. I write as an art, not to place judgement or insult or cause hatred. I have wanted to marry Samantha since I met her.

I was on the verge of suicide, for reasons of no love in my life, as well as having no ability to be financially successful. The woman I love and have loved, Samantha, is part of the reason why I gave up on my life at the time. I have wanted to contact her for years, but for reasons unknown to me, I have been restricted and not allowed to contact her. At this time, I was asking my family for help with selling my baseball cards, as well as asking them for money to help me do so. They denied me by telling me they were worthless as well, and they would not help with money to help me start a business. I overreacted because of how sick I was, as well as how desperate I was to have financial success to have a normal life. I committed sin by harshly and wrongly insulting my mother, which I am deeply apologetic for.I began giving up on selling baseball cards, realizing that it was impossible for me to sell them.

I love this country, and I have tried joining the Armed Forces in the past. I have wanted so badly to be free of my prison sentence. I have never believed that I am a felon, I just know that something bad happened when I was 20 years old, and I did not even have the ability to testify or hear what my testimony was written as. I believe now, that I was given an insanity plea, and my life has been doomed to nothing since I was nearly born. I am now 30 years old, and I no longer wish to dream, I wish to have a future. A future of friendship, marriage, family, and love. I pray that my future can be with Samantha, and that we can work and communicate through our challenges while falling in love.
Love,Robert D. Weiss