My phone as become a companion of sorts, not because of what it is, but because of who you are. It's as if you are with me all the time, in my poket or nearby. It's as if even when I am alone I have an invsible ally for courage and self confidence. If you beleive in me, I must meet that level and exceed it.
My phone was my radio, my newspaper and my love letters. It kept my sweet memories in photographs and stored my poetry.
My phone became my lifeline to the world. It was my window to the reality beyond the walls of my home.
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