Mistakes and flawslessness
To err as human
We make mistakes
But for every one we make
There is a story
But there are other story nothing like this
A story of triumpt and flawlessness
As for me, I have a talent of disappearing.
Odd and depressing, It is not as it seems.
When the champ is down, I appear out of nowhere
To bring him back up.
I am simply a man who never fails to look out for other's back
Like a vigilante.
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