every bit to the last.
A moment to be free,
a privilege rarely given
to his kind.
And when it ran out—
the empathic aftermath began.
His thoughts on self-hate
grew familiar,
almost comforting,
as he nearly unbecome
who he thought he wanted to be.
He is a hero—
but he no longer finds joy
in duty
or in recognition.
He is tired now—
so very tired.
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