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America sat in his chair watching the meeting go on around him. Usually he would be yelling out his own ideas and eating an abnormal amount of hamburgers, but America was tired of what the other nations would say about him. They called him fat, lazy, stupid, childish, to the extent he started to believe them.
America couldn't stand it anymore, so he left the room quietly so no one knew he left. He walked down the hallway wondering why he was still there. If no one liked him, then what was the point of being their hero? He found an empty room, locked the door and began to cry.
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I'm The Hero...Right?
Random"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" . This isn't true to America, after all a person can only take so much until they break. Contains depressed! America.
