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.
Dashxxvibes
