Steve
no you can’t see my shackles,
no ball, no chain.
that doesn’t mean I am free,
for you I’m a slave.
addicted to your touch,
you light up my nights.
give me company when im alone,
but at what cost? is this right?
im itching, im pheening,
I just need a break.
get out of my head!
what more could you take?
to be alone with my thoughts,
is merely a dream.
thanks steve jobs,
for this evil machine.
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