Superheroes are Dead

Where can I go when all I am is afraid,.

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With no where to run, and no where to hide,.

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I run to my room and take out the notebook under my bed,.

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I turn to the blank crinkly pages and begin to write,.

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making up a fantasy world and a fantasy girl,.

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nothing to run from, nothing to fear, on these blank pages everything disappears,.

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Superheroes are dead so I'm saving myself in my own world,.

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I'm becoming my own super girl.