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Superman

I’m in trouble but you never come to the rescue. You said you would always be there for
me. I guess I can’t expect you to be my superman. I didn’t realize that when you said you would protect me you were lying. A shadowy figure stands above me, puts his hands around my throat. My airways start to stricken. I can’t breathe. My eyes close, vision lost. i realize as I die that in my world of Heroes and Villains, you are my enemy and I am my Superman.

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