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"Let's dance," I smiled birghtly. There was no response, not that I expected one. Plugging in my ipod headphones I danced around the room, practicing my waltz and slide steps. Pink and gold glittlering outfit flashing in the back of my mind. The slutty moves of a pro are my angle and the light my enemy. In this darkness I can be the dancer of elegance and control I want. I have no partner but I pretend so anyway. "Let's dance," I softly mumble once more.
Cause it's a fine day I can't move around. Cause it's a fine day I struggle on. It's the days that are hard and nearer towards the night the burden lifts. Cause I know at night there can't be any anger or hurt. I know there is the comfort of putting me to sleep or a sweet whisper or kiss. What a lovely night and fine day. FINE.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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