Oh Blackberry, why did I leave you in bed?
The day that has followed has fucked with my head.
A friend texted he'd been fired and was making a switch,
my lack of response made me come off as a heartless bitch.
No longer can I scroll through you in attempts to look busy,
Without brickbreaker, endless meetings have put me in a tizzy.
Tonight whilst stuck in gmat class, I'll be spiting your absence,
That i should be forced to pay attention past the taking of attendance.
No more message light flashing in bright hues of red,
Oh, how this day has so fucked with my head.
To proclaim this with conviction, does fill me with dread,
but without you I sometimes wish myself dead.
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