Saint

14 Jun

There was nothing but sweetness of innocence in his eyes.

But he still called himself a monster. 

What he never realized was, behind every action of his he deemed unforgivable, hid the world that made him lose all sight of the real him.

To me, he was nothing less than a saint.

Beaten down and thrown at the corner of lies and broken promises, left bleeding out hope, encountering what has forever been the fate of all heroes.

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