LION HEART
He had a heart made of steel, and hands that had a metallic feel. He was mistreated, hated and shunned every day of his life, yet he endured, hoping that one day things would change for the better.
Until one day they didn't.
He had gotten tired of waiting for something that would never happen. Tired of being hated . Of being mistreated for being born the way he was. Tired of being underestimated. Tired of being what he was; tired of being plain old him.
What use was it to wish and wish for something that you could not have?
What use was it to be in a world where you could not live freely, only survive?
What use was it to be walked on like a door mat over and over again, and yet be unable to lift a finger?
No use. No use at all. It would only bring you misery. And he didn't want that. He didn't want to live a life of misery; where hope was your only lifeline; where hope was what kept you grounded;where hope could be lost with a flick of a finger.
He wanted to be free of worrying about whether he would breathe tomorrow, and who would feed his brothers if he didn't.
He took a deep breath.
Tomorrow he would escape.He would see beyond the walls that surrounded him, that ruined his life.
He would go beyond the walls to the outside. It didn't matter If he died.
At least then he would be free.
Free from worry and hunger.
And If he did die,
It wouldn't matter.
He would pave a path to the outside.
He would leave a legacy behind.
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