I can see its glow,
Feel the smooth casing,
And hear the music blaring at night
But I can never hear or
See the zeroes and ones.

It hears me cry and feels my pain
It whispers subliminal messages in my ear
Like a fake friend giving advice
It watches like a two faced friend watches
Always watching
It hears me and I hear other people
Sometimes I can see their pain and suffering
It records it all
It captures my memories of my past.



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