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2h
I’m stuck on a screen
“It’s always the phone” the adults say
I mean are they wrong?
I am always on it

I look around my room my mother complains isn’t “clean”
I was up scrolling till 2 in the morning yesterday
I mean has it really been the phone all along?
All it encourages me to do is quit

Have I finally “matured” enough to realize it’s making my mind a sick green?
I look around my room from the bed I lay
Is it the phone that makes me feel like I don’t belong?
That throws me inside a pit?
******* my poetry ***** so much
Peter Fernandez
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Peter Fernandez  16/M/Florida
(16/M/Florida)   
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