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Bright Colored Songs With A Hint Of Disaster

Take me away. The music wraps itself around me. I’m alive, wide awake. I won’t stop, not even when the song ends. My feet glide across the floor. The floor belongs to me. Embrace your originality. Inspire yourself to create new art. A new rhythm. I escape in the music. It challenges me to be free. Seeing is believing, so watch and believe. I’m comfortable with myself when I dance. I’m confident. No one really knows though, that I dance. It’s almost an uncovered secret. I’m not going to hide from it, not when I’m not afraid. I interpret the beat and invent a new way to flow within the movement.





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