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a hero is down
Scott Macleod is like Superman. Not how you think cause now I feel like Clark Kent. Weak as I hide but no mask to put on to help me rise. The symbol on my chest has faded and fallen. No league members to hear me calling. Not like they could even see my villain. Inside my blood is how he's living. To break me down and feeling weakened. If it was up to me I'd stop breathing. The only way to stop the beatings. I lost my strength, just please defeat me
