Great men are made.
Great men are born.
Made or born with it, they are simply.... great. They contribute to the society, and made themselves a legion of followers.
Not all are able to maintain the same greatness for the whole of their life.
It really is a bitter pill to swallow to find your mentor to be in a mess of their life created by themselves and their manly lust. Like a knight in shiny amour who, together with his horse, fell into a pit filled with waste product of the digestive process.
Hopeful, that the stained marks can be washed off in the soonest time possible. Better, if it was all bluff and untrue.
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