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I always thought having a superpower would make me a better person. I was, unfortunately, wrong. It didn't make me evil like a super villain. No. I gave up. Everything became so easy, so why try? Everything was essentially held out to me on a silver platter. My power. My gift is to pull anything out of thin air. I'm a glorified magician. Upon discovery of this power in my youth I actually contemplated becoming one. I thought it would lead to fame and money, but mostly money. I quickly dismissed the idea because I could just make the money appear before me. Then I stopped doing that because I'd make whatever I want appear. I cut out the middleman. I stopped going out. I didn't need to. So in order to feel whole again, I decided to write. Making words appear in a pattern that didn't exist so I couldn't just make it appear. Something I wouldn't have in front of me just because I want it. I'm challenging myself. I am starting to think this "gift" existed to push me to new challenges. Why would I crumble under my gift. I am probably the only person who would obtain such a power and waste it to occupy my laziness. I didn't chose to have it, but I have had enough being my own downfall. So starting now. I will write. I will create. I will challenge myself.