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My SuperMan

My SuperMan

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Sep 17, 2014
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  I ran, and ran as fast as i could. My vision was hazy and my head was hot. But i just kept running.    I dont remember anything, who i am or what's happening. All i knew was that i had to get away, and fast.    As i kept running the people and buildings i passed became just blirs in my mind. Soon my head felt light and my knees gave out. I tripped and fell.   'No, fuck' i though to myself. I tried to stand up but i couldnt. I tried so hard with all my might, but i couldnt, so i just gave up. No one was around anyways to hear me scream anymore. 'Its over' i told myself. And soon blacked out. * Please Don't Copy, Thank You * @Thaisx3__
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