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I love heroes. They make the world a better place. After the bad guys, they save the day heroically flying in the bright blue sky shining in their pride and grace. It makes sense if the world has heroes to give the weak hope and the evil a conscience. but heroes, the very ones that save my cat from the high tree, rescue the feeble from their fears, and save this horrid society of it's the omnipotent ongoing evils, are nothing more than heroes. for heroes, as they glow and glimmer in all their glorious ways, being the big brother judge from one side of justice to the other, don't exist to save me to exist to try to save me and make me they leave that to me. that's why
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 2:48 AM UTC
I hate heroes.
I love heroes. They make the world a better place. After the bad guys, they save the day heroically flying in the bright blue sky shining in their pride and grace. It makes sense if the world has heroes to give the weak hope and the evil a conscience. but heroes, the very ones that save my cat from the high tree, rescue the feeble from their fears, and save this horrid society of it's the omnipotent ongoing evils, are nothing more than heroes. for heroes, as they glow and glimmer in all their glorious ways, being the big brother judge from one side of justice to the other, don't exist to save me to exist to try to save me and make me they leave that to me. that's why
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 2:48 AM UTC
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