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Hello there, yes you. So we meet again! I am that little voice in your head that will help you to read this article. I am your conscious. Now scroll up and see the title of this story again. Saw it?
YOU SHALL NOT PASS;
YOU MAY PROCEED BRO;
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This is not the story of someone who got mutilated, became a wall crawling human or someone who came from another planet, and wears his undies outside. If you came here for that, wrong place dude. This is the story of a little guy who had a superpower, a superpower called Imagination. He had imaginary friends when he was a little kid and played with his toys thinking as if they were real, made stories, heard them, and imagined them as if they were real. He saw the sky, and did not see it as a big blue-black bowl of heavenly bodies, but saw it as a canvas, a canvas where he could paint his thoughts. The clouds were his canvas and his imagination, his paint. He played in the mud, made castles thinking the four walls of his castle would protect him from the world. He used swings as if they were his wings and he could fly. He saw his good old imaginary friend everytime he saw outside the window of a moving car, a friend who dodged obstacles for him. He saw traffic lights as if they were disco lights. Lol joke, he sulked and irritated his mother while their car was stuck in the middle of a traffic jam. He was the victim of “love at first sight“. His first love was his mother, he did not get irritated when she asked him about his personal life. He gave time to his family, even if he had a “busy life”. A busy life where going to school, learning some cool shit and playing with his friends was his morning routine, sleeping like a puppy and eating like an elephant were part of his afternoon routine, playing outside and running like the power of wind was his evening routine, spending time with his family marked the end of his busy routine. Picking his nose and crapping like a giant panda were the main highlights of his busy routine. He loved everyone, hate was just not a word in his dictionary. He made friends, friends similar to him, friends who shared that common superpower with him. Together they could beat any evil in this world. He could create anything with his superpower, he was indestructible. He was awesome.
Who was that guy? Is he dead? Or are his superpowers getting suppressed by the evil in this world? Can he make a comeback? You know the answers.
His superpower was his source of life and his life was the source of his happiness.