dance

By megan h., Eatontown, NJ

I dance in a world of hurt and shame. I dance and dance still husting with pain. I dance in the morning and late at night. I dance,dance,dance,with all my might. And when I dance it seems that all my pain comes to an end. But when I stop my dancing,it all comes back again.

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