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My handphone has gone cranky.
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Early in the morning, it " Tee-Tee, Tee-TEE " for god damn 9 consecutive times..
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9 messages flood in. And all of them were from yesterday night.
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What The Fuck. If someone sms-ed me for help,

The person would have be dead, skinned and discarded
by the time the messages reach me.
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Actually it happened a couple of times already.
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Not someone being killed. But messages are unable to reach me.
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And most of the time I'm thinking
" This person is god damn fucked up. Why doesn't this mofo reply my message.. "
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And of course, I believe it's vice versa.
I'll get cursed by people too. DAMN.
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Now I see..
The problem lies with me.
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It makes me feel as if I'm living in a glass jar.
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Fuck you, phone.

Fuck you.

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