Ever since birth, my eyes have hurt
Twisting reality in strings of blur
Vision's distorted cup of yogurt
With a face shoved in cloaks of fur
Lucky for me, a friend showed up
Shiny streaks of silver grace his side
Grants me a new life, outside my cup
And shows me the world as my guide
But I grow older, and so does he
Like it or not, fashion has a rule
Contact lenses to set me free
From being called a four-eyed ghoul
But I never forgot the long time friend
Who was first to give help until the end

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