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My hero,
What I’m grateful the most,
There are many stereotypes of you,
But I know the real you.
Normal people don’t understand.
They think your just some perverted cartoon,
Weird spikey haired men,
That revolves around a character who knows kung fu,
But I know the real you.
Boobalicious girls,
With long hair curls,
Where they bounce, bounce and bounce to turn your frown upside down.
But I know the real you.
I know you make deep story lines.
Those of which I would profoundly relate to.
I know you make me laugh and cry every time,
And frustrated when there’s no season two.
I know the people who made you poured their hearts out,
Because that’s the most I notice when I see you.
But most of all,
I know you where my hero when I was little,
You are my hero,
My one true knight,
My savior when I couldn’t see the light,
The reason why I feel alive,
And that is why I’ll always saw thank you.
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