The small boy dreamed of never needing to be held, like he needs now. He needs someone to tell him that everything is going to be alright. He needs someone to tell him that he's smart, and handsome, and loved. There were so many nights when that small boy looked up at the starry sky through teary eyes and wondered if anything he ever did would be enough. Enough to be remembered, enough to be loved... enough to not feel so small. Enough for all those pretty girls to rue the day they called him ugly, enough for all those strong boys to wish they were like him, and not the other way around.
"Look what I drew!" He said, proudly. "Look at this poem I wrote!" he beamed.
"Not right now," they replied. And so he took his work to everyone else. He showed anyone who would look, and spoke to anyone who would listen. "You're so talented, so creative, so intelligent," they told him. And he wasn't alone. When he was with them, he was never alone. Until he went home.
"I want to help people," he said.
"How?" they would ask.
"I don't know. Any way I can." he would reply. He knew they wouldn't take him seriously if he told him the truth. He would be a superhero. A real life superhero. And he would stop the bad guys who made people feel... small. No one should ever feel so... weak. So small...
And he would be remembered. People would love him. They would never let him feel alone. He would never feel small. He would never feel weak. Never forgotten.
He would be big and strong. He would look into her eyes, and give her everything she had ever wanted. Because he would be a man. He would be a hero.
"Look what I drew!" He said, proudly. "Look at this poem I wrote!" he beamed.
"Not right now," they replied. And so he took his work to everyone else. He showed anyone who would look, and spoke to anyone who would listen. "You're so talented, so creative, so intelligent," they told him. And he wasn't alone. When he was with them, he was never alone. Until he went home.
"I want to help people," he said.
"How?" they would ask.
"I don't know. Any way I can." he would reply. He knew they wouldn't take him seriously if he told him the truth. He would be a superhero. A real life superhero. And he would stop the bad guys who made people feel... small. No one should ever feel so... weak. So small...
And he would be remembered. People would love him. They would never let him feel alone. He would never feel small. He would never feel weak. Never forgotten.
He would be big and strong. He would look into her eyes, and give her everything she had ever wanted. Because he would be a man. He would be a hero.
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