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Never meet your idols, your heroes, they said.

You’ll inevitably be disappointed in just how human they are. 

Never put them up on a pedestal, they tutted. 

The higher they go, the higher they fall; and who wants to see the shattered mess? 

It’s funny, really, how much hope everybody had in you, hero. How high their expectations were.

Jackieboyman’s here to save the day, right? 

Couldn’t even save yourself in the end. 

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A moment of silence for the soul passed on.

Such a gruesome warning, a sobering reminder

This may seem to be a game, but the stakes are high

Learn the rules; or pay the price.

Keep your head down, or risk losing it in a pretty little show. 

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Around, and around, in circles we go.

This place seems so familiar; this situation the same.

Do you remember the beginning, do you remember from where we came?

Sooner, or later, it’s time for this pattern to break. 

It’s just a question of how much it’ll take.

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Such a tragedy...

Such a shame. 

Supposedly the hero of so many-

Yet in the end, nobody came?

Indeed. They hoisted her up high on her pedestal but then let her fall; 

Did anybody truly care for the tragic little heroine at all? 

Perhaps they did. 

Perhaps they didn’t know how to help. 

Either way; it doesn’t matter now, does it? 

Never did matter how anybody felt, not a single bit. 

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Do you remember when everything was simpler?

Do you remember when things were different?

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hopeless.

Around, and around, they go in that well-worn track. 

How long can they continue until they crack?

Surely not much longer; there’s only so much they can endure.

After all, even now, during their fight, they grow less and less sure.

It’s quite the sad sight to see;

Especially considering all they could be!

Yet they never learn, it seems; indeed, we’ve lamented this before.

At the rate they’re going; there’s truly little chance they’ll win this war.