January 6, 2008
By megan house, 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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on Apr. 5 2009 at 7:54 pm
Cora Lichtenberger BRONZE, Clarence, New York
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I like how it is really short but explains a lot(:


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