My Need
It helps me live
It makes my day
It makes me strive
It's my sun ray
I need it to give
It has to stay
My phone helps me forgive
My phone is like clay
It molds to my needs everyday
I need it to live
It is my need of relief
For without my phone I would be deceased
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