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Super Hero


As he approach me with a grim on his face he lay his fist upon my innocent face.

Lord knows I can't escape because he is all that I have

It's true that I love him but I'm sick of being treated so wrongly 

I stare deeply in the mirror trying to sooth my scars 

Unfortunately I am still wounded inside

My heart is decapitating whenever I'm near him

I'm Falling apart I Scream out for help 

Than I realized I can only help myself

I force a smile onto my cracked faded face 

I wipe the tears and blood on my face and at that very moment I became my own super hero. 

 

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