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Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay
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Story by AngelOfDeath_505
The story of how I became a supers...
a boy who yearns escape, the need for validation from his brother drives him to a decision he'll regret.