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When I was younger I’d throw my phone whenever I got really mad

Smashed my nokia against concrete

Cracked my razr on brick

Skipped my sidekick across cobblestone

No phone or surface was safe from my wrath

Something about the smack of contact

Was oddly soothing to me

As I got older I got more materialistic

A phone actually meant somethin now

So I moved on to tossing people

Unlike phones,

When people hit the ground

They don’t bounce back

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