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The way I pull the strings one by one

It laces and falls apart

I tell myself why does it come apart every time?

And it hits me

You're the one who resists me making it come undone

You try to pull me harder

Making the strings tie my skin in a knot

As our inner selves

Are the self-plot

Act 2
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Where am I? I feel so cold here like I'm in some kind of freeze locker. My hands feel like they are getting more solid like I can barely move from this position I'm in. Why am I here? Is this my afterlife...so cold and dark.

Nothing matters

They just control you

A person they say to protect more like shame upon

I don't need any powers anymore...

I'm my own power

Nothing to hold back

My agility

My strength

My words of what the world truly is

Those gifts just bring more dead bodies down the alleyway

For the ones who get one

Use it to harm the ones who don't

A hero white and gold

Shines upon the others

But they lie

And hide something dark inside

The urge to feel their opponents pleading

They hide it with a face

A smile

A look that everyone will fall for

Who really are you?

All Might
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"So this is it...the school" a grin or smile he walks upon the steps and sees the future he will walk in.

"This sure will be something interesting tch"
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"So you got the plan right?"

"Ngh"

"I'll take that as a yes. Anyways as the plan stands you will attend the school give us as much information as you can...i won't take failure as an option do you understand? my pupil..."

"Yes"

"Fantastic now go"

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It's been how long...since I've seen this place. The blossoms still fall the same way they did before. It's refreshing

It truly is pathetic.

The first task

Pass the entrance exam

Second

Get in

Third

blend in...get information

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