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My Hero

My hero is on a TV screen
because he makes me laugh
when all I felt was pain.
When the world is full of chaos and misunderstanding,
an actor with nothing much to say
makes me feel okay.
I should feel terrible,
wrong and evil.
But, I feel okay.
I was rescued by apathy.
By a television screen,
a tall young man
who was bullied as a teen,
now acting with a joke on his lips,
wipes away my tears.

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