No, you ain't ever
had a
friend
like
me...
Please don't leave me to rust in this magic lamp.
I am trapped.
I will grant any wish...
and in return...
You give me the praise I need to survive, for I am a ghost to the others.
Blue with the sadness I carry around on my back.
Replacing the pain in my voice with the light-hearted, charismatic, vocal miracle.
Please, for no other person will ever have a friend like me.
YOU ARE READING
Look on the bright side...
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