You’re six gigabytes worth of pain
Everytime I turn you on
I’m watching a video when you shut off
You’re driving me insane!
I bought you a new battery
And then cleaned up your screen
So what is the problem here
Why are you so mean?
You twitch from drops of liquid
Pop open all your apps
I can’t even hear my ringtone
You act just like a kid!
Hours, Days, Weeks, Months
Our communication’s ghost
I can deal with you no longer
This relationship is toast.
Last Few Words: Cell Phones, like every other thing on this planet has issues too.
Style/Type: Structured: Western
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Editing Stage: Editing - draft
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