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We weren’t the kids selling dope on the street— just the ones calling things dope,” when we stepped outside; written on our caps, read on our minds, all the superstars we followed, all their lingo we tried to speak. To be like all the stars we followed, but we were too scared to go outside. “Maybe it was that **** phone.” But nowadays, we can’t do anything without that phone; most payments through the phone, communication in the phone, searching on the phone, entertainment in the phone; my battery died… "Damn... I didn’t realize how much I was, so alone." If I loved someone, something like a touch screen—what, how many gestures does it take to prove that love? We wear gloves when we touch someone else’s phone… but we don’t know what you love from your history—and ironically, there’s no ****** for love, despite your history. No plastic wrap for a heart; we’re all taking it raw; meet and greet, stomaching red flags, but the stomach stays satisfied off treats… off flings. Flinging commitment; to commit, meant giving your all, including your flaws; but being our all is a flaw, when we can’t show much of our all— Just a “LOL” through that phone. But who really laughs out loud, when we cry much louder; when no one is watching us alone. **** I guess these days it really is that **** phone.
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Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 7:03 PM UTC
That **** Phone