Teenage Phone Dependency

I cant live without my IPhone.

 Without it, I feel so alone. It's always by my side, from it I cannot divide. I need it to survive, I need it to help me stay alive. It helps me with a lot of stuff, specially when times are a little rough. It can do lots, like help me find cool chill out spots. It can help me find my way, like to the nearest bank or even buffet. I can call and I can send messages, about work or maybe just getting beverages. There are lots of apps to go on, whether I'm at the salon or traveling to Milan. There's access to all info, all I have to do is pull up a Safari window! My phone is my necessity, it helps me incredibly! 

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