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There must be days, I’m certain of it,
Days where superman would rather walk than fly,
Where Batman would rather be Bruce Wayne than vigilanty,
Days where your body is whole but your mind feels broken,
Days where insecurity is your closest ally,
And your closest people seem like obstacles,
To the vision, for the dream,
Days where only you can pick yourself up off the floor,
I’d prefer Sundays if I could pick days,
But since I can’t, I’ll stack my arsenal,
No lingering field of dreams upon the horizon,
Only a beautiful sunset and a strengthened resolve
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