he gently put his hands around my crown, and started to take it off slowly as his eyes told me it will be ok....
panicking, i grabbed it from him, pleading, no, its mine, i need it.
i needed to have my crown. I needed to be powerful. I needed to win, to control, to succeed.
the children need to win at soccer. They need to impress a girl. They need to make something, to own something.
i will be a child until i understand that He took the crown from me becasue it really belonged to Him.
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