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But lately, it’s hard to ignore the sting of cheating. It’s not just frustrating—it feels like a betrayal. When someone cheats, it takes away the very essence of what I’ve loved about this game. It’s not just a few unfair moments—it’s the feeling that my time, my efforts, and my experience don’t matter. It’s harder to enjoy when I know the game isn’t being played fairly.
I may not be as quick as I once was, but I still bring my heart to every match. I just wish others would respect that.