I had a dream that I threw all your shit off a hotel balcony in Rome. All your comics. All those heroes and villains that you invested so much time in learning. In knowing all they’re pasts, presents, strengths and weaknesses. All your memories that you love or hate. You didn’t care. They fluttered on paper wings and covered the Roman streets. You just laughed with your friends as you hung over the edge. I wanted to push you off. I wanted you to fall and crack every bone in your body. I don’t hate you. I’m not even mad at you. But I wanted to hurt you. I wish I had...

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