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Behind The Screen Is Not the Real Me


I am a little device that rings.

I do many things like communicate with people from all over the earth.

It is easy access to attain.

But the messages are in vain.

Humans are blinded by a little machine that rings.

How can people not see that cell phones destract them from life.

We can take pictures and post them on the internet that could hurt someone.

Each day humans use cell phones while driving and are at risk of losing there life.

I feel the warmth of their hand but know their intentions are cold.

Why am I at fault?

I'm just the person behind the screen.

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