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He was once the one
The one in every circle.
Growing with innocence,
He was one with the biggest smile;
An angel's reflection
In a halo so gold
No one could ever doubt
He was a favourite.
So giving to everyone's taking
He never masked himself.
Innocence cocooned him with much love ,
He never could judge their judgements.
Soon every "yes" of his slowly tore him down to their "nos";
Till every approach drugged him;
No one knew he was dying down
No one knew they had their guns pointing him,
And no one cared.
Loneliness never said him a word
But soon became his best friend.
He was scared never to heal
But fear never was his weakness.
His strength became a weapon fear itself felt,
Hunting them down to ocean's core,
They'd never thought he'd rule their shore;
Till soon he wore thier nightmare's crown,
Teasing each drop of blood a paid price

He finally lived.

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