Super

“You’re big and strong.” she says as she holds my hand.  She doesn’t know the truth about adults, not yet.  We stand tall, we speak loud, we wear three-piece suits and say big words like despair, demise, phobia and insecure.  Inside we are weak and we know nothing.  She holds my hand, and in that moment I am super.

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