A time

Why is it
You sit here with all these digits
Your phone is full
Yet it's never really properly used
So many people in it
It can fill a room
Yet 90% probably won't even remember you
Pictures of memories and fun times
But one picture always changes your mind
Holding on to storage like it's your life
Megabits are holding your smile at night
Phones are in the hands of kids
Kids who barely know how to do algebra
Generations just radically depend on this
This object that holds the heart of society
The object that holds tears of kids
Kids who are being bullied
Eyes are more on there than on homework
Its truly incredible lives change
everyone depends on one little thing
It's a monster that attaches to you
You lose it and you lose you

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