my connection to all my friends and family that use to be at my finger tips
It’s slipped away
Stolen I must say
The shock of being, using, clicking, and have that instant connection to everything and everyone
Gone
It’s like I don’t exist.
When did I and my phone become one?
You steal my phone, so you steal me?
Is that my reality?
I search for what’s worse: losing that connection
until I get a new phone or the peace of mind that
has been literally stolen from me.
The peace of mind is worse.
My phone will soon arrive.
And thank God I’m alive.
But the fear that lives inside is battling me…
I will give it this battle, but I will not give it the war
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