Side character

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I know my place in the world,

I’m the fun friend.

Always happy and you can rely on me. 

I’ll always get you a present for your birthday. 

I can cheer you up instantly. 


I’m the side character.

Quirky and sassy. 

I have the best dialogue.

I’m quick witted and you’re always surprised with what I say next.


I’m a good time when we go out for drinks. 

I respond to your texts right away. 

But no one ever thinks about me. 

I text first and if I don’t I won’t hear from you for days or weeks.


I become the forgotten friend. 

The side character doesn’t have people talking to them first. 

I plan everything for you, so you have your main character moment. 

I have to plan my main characters moments, but you probably won’t show up for them. 


Because I will never be the lead. 

I just exist so you can have your moment in the spot light.

I am just standing in the wings, cheering you on in the dark. 

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