TAKE THAT

INTRO

Cursor blinking.

Jaw clenched.

Fan screaming louder than my thoughts.

One more second—

No.

I’m done.

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SECTION I

I didn’t lose, I disengaged,

Big difference—check the frame.

You confuse noise with leverage,

I mute the chat, I change the game.

Every word you throw feel empty,

Every flex just cosplay rage.

I don’t crash, I calculate,

Then I walk before I say a thing.

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SECTION II

Hands off keyboard, breath too fast,

Heartbeat sync with the bass slap.

You want closure, want reactions—

I don’t give you none of that.

Pressure spike, vision blur,

Sound distort, screen flickers twice.

This ain’t failure, this is exit,

Watch me vanish mid-fight.

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SECTION III

I don’t argue, I erase.

I don’t scream, I let it break.

If you wanted my attention,

You should’ve played a better game.

I don’t finish what I hate,

I don’t stay where I’m misread.

If you feel that silence hit—

That’s me walking instead.

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SECTION IV

808s overload, chest cave in,

Sound too loud, don’t process it.

I don’t win, I don’t lose,

I just leave and you’re stuck in it.

Every step feel clean, detached,

No reply, no double text.

You still typing, I’m already gone,

That’s the part you can’t accept.

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SECTION V

Static.

Lag spike.

Everything freezes except me.

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SECTION VI

I don’t rage, I reroute.

I don’t beg, I log out.

If this feels like disrespect—

Good.

That’s exactly what it’s about.

You wanted power, wanted control,

Wanted me loud, wanted me bent.

All you got was a disconnect

And a silence you can’t prevent.

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OUTRO

Session ended.

No rematch.

Take that.