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May 2019
My phone is my therapist
It’s who I talk to when I’m sad
It doesn’t ask me how I feel
Nor does it say “are you ok?”
It silently waits for me to say
I’m not
It doesn’t offer advice I’ve tried
Doesn’t get mad that it can’t help me
And doesn’t leave when I become to much
My phone is my therapist
And that’s enough
keepsake7
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keepsake7  22/F
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