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Jan 2018
Near the river
Flowing down,
Against the forest
Is its pawn.
And he is feeling
Not alone,
But he is carrying
Up his crown.
And in spite
Of his own will
It becomes night
And he feels ill.
Then the crown
Started to hurt,
He fell down
Weeping alone.
Then he touched
His burdened head
And he screamed
With his demand.
Then the forest
Raised against
Watching away
And too sad.
Then he saw
A million eyes
Watching him
And no one tries
To make him feel
No more afraid.
But there is still
Someone who cares
Who can stop his illness
And his denies.
But there's the crown
Pressing up the pain
And the pawn is falling down
Then he feels forsaken,
Again.
Then the girl in front of him
Who kept the secret 'bout the win
Called his name and near knelt,
Told him not to tight the belt.
'Cause the crown he's wearing now
It's the poison of his mind
And the pain he feels did grow
Represents his own mankind.
Răzvan  Bărănguță
Written by
Răzvan Bărănguță  18/M/Romania
(18/M/Romania)   
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   Lena Sheryl, Imran Islam, --- and kim
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