The Holy One

In life everyone must have some fun.

Imaginary friend, I had none.

Cause, I was the fortunate one.

Friends, I had some.

But mostly it was my mom.

I decided to be the intelligent son.

Then the friendship was done.

But survived with me,

always was the holy one.

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