April 8, 2011
By Anonymous

sweating and laughing,
it's like nothing has happened.
Dance is my novocaine,
it numbs the pain,
but then you must return home,
and a few short hours later,
the novacaine wears off,
and you slip into the blackness
of an aching heart,
and the agony of tears,
pouring down your face,
torture your fragile soul

The author's comments:
I just got my heart broken and when I am at dance I feel happy but when I'm at home,I don't

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