He was there,
Staring
He was here,
Listening
He became a friend,
A very good one
He became an enemy,
A very bad one.
He did impossible things.
Things that I
nor you could explain
He flew
Like the Man of steel,
Moved faster
Than the Scarlet Speedster.
He had many feats.
He made you escape
The problems of
This harsh world.
He helped you
See this world
On a different
Perspective.
He was always there,
Up to the point
Where you needed
To drink magic potions
To make him go away.
He was gone.
He left.
No.
He never left.
He never really left.
Beacause
He was never real.
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A Collection Of Thoughts
PoetryA collction of poems, shorts stories and other stuff that spawns in my silly little head, written by yours truly
