Phone.

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You were just glass and metal,
But you meant everything.
A small screen absolutely full,
Memories of long-ago things.

Gone, snatched away.
In a food tech lesson is where I lost you forever.
I haven't been the same girl since that day.
I could have still had you but fate picked never.

He didn't steal my phone,
He stole every last memory I have.
He  stole my safety while walking home.
He stole every last laugh.

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