Wheres my Spider-Man?I'm like Mary Jane Watson. I have red hair, and my initials are M.J.W. There is one thing different between us... I don't have a Spider-Man. So I ask myself;Where's my Spider-Man?I mean all the guys I like/liked are/where always taken... Why can't I find a single guy that will notice me?Where's my Spider-Man?I'm not asking for a lot, I just want a guy that respects me, who will protect me from the "bad guys."Where's my Spider-Man?Everywhere I go I see happy couples, holding hands, kissing, hugging, and smiling. Sure I'm happy for them; it just brings me pain because my crush died... I askWhere's my Spider-Man?I think to myself
The Pain...I close my eyes, trying to forget my pain...But...All I can think about is my suffering. I pray for it to go away. But... It doesn't, it just gets worse... I... I can't go on knowing that I'm alone and my best friend is in a grave.It's too much. I open my eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks.I grab the silver pistol off the table. Its cool to the touch, it gives me the chills. I can't even sleep any more because all I see is him. He smiles at me with a toothy grin. Sometimes I wish I never met him, but then I think of all the fun we had. Playing with " Beanie Babies " on the bus, to playing kickball on the playground. When we went
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