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Three years ago, I simply sat in my room And stared at the ceiling Waiting for him to come   Three years ago, I simply went to school
He doesn't know who I am I'm not supposed to feel alone. He things he is king sitting on his golden throne. To me, he's the jester, He's letting his family fall apart and fester.
There is something about superheroes,Of which I am very keen.They wear silly outfitsAnd there faces are never seen. But not even Superman Can compare to my marine.A true hero,A fighting machine. The villain on love Came to steel me away,But there
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