Disconnected

I hate the fucking line,
it says to me "stop hating me"
but i say "fuck off"
I type to kill


I hate it
it so bloody dumb
it so feel not good
when u DC

I hate the fucking line,
if u read this
well it done well
when i dont DC

I still hate it,
I wish I connect at extreme speed
extreme stability
ah, fuc

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