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Oct 2014
Waiting around with sunken eyes and withering skin a whisp of a cape with muscles so bold though he wasn't what you thought he would be his hands gripped you too tight and his eyes were black as midnight no matter how hard you tugged you only got weaker with only a swollen tongue and worn out lips this isn't what you wanted
He wasn't your ******* super hero
Makena Greer
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