Heroes never get the Happy ending

Heroes never get the Happy ending

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I have grown tired of how life is I am done keeping it in to see my mother smile. I'm sorry but I just can't stand this life anymore So I'll carve my own path with my choices. I know with my abilities I can't be a hero they wouldn't accept me. I just know it so I walk down this path it's not what I want but it's what I need. Besides this path does have its benefits definitely does have its benefits. I walk down the path of a vigilante who does not care for the rules. and when need be I will cut them down and put them back together. I did not draw the artwork it is not my work all credit goes to (thesnowart) Look it up and follow him or her on Instagram because it's the only social media I could find Weekly Updates
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I gave everything really gave everything. But what did come out? Accusations! Supposedly I'm the traitor. Always smile always friendly, get as many contacts as possible be like a sponge that sucks up any sadness. But in the end it didn't help. Everyone believed it and not me. Throughout my childhood, books were my friends. Since I could hold a pen, I've been painting. Since I was able to form my first words, I have been writing. That was what my passion was. But now I'm being accused because of it. Society took away everything and left me with pen and paper and now it took that also away. I was accused of being a traitor because if my beloved analyses about heroes. And I had so many people who could stand by me, who had evidence that. But in the end they turned their backs on me just to have fun watching me suffer. What if I turn the tables? You want a villain you get one. Not that it was somehow my will but I accept what I get. A trait I had to learn because I was quirkless I can't afford to say anything against it. The time we parted dear fiends is because I was a villain in your eyes now we meat when I am a villain in my eyes.

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