To Be The Hero
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Good heavens child... 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒?
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Miriam was never appreciated. "Why can't you be more like your sister?" That was what she heard. Every day. Ever since the accident... It's easier to pretend to be the hero than to actually be one.
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