December 8, 2009
I hear the music playing,
I step out onto the stage,
I move to the rhythm of the music,
I can see nothing but dark stares.

Glitter flying all around me,
Sweat dripping from my face,
Curls trying not to fall to my face,
My breathing gets very hard.

I feel peaceful,
I feel strong,
I feel like I can keep going on.

This is dance,
I am dance.

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