and as i watch the little girl twirls around in her Tu-Tu i feel something
something i haven't felt in a really long time
the little girl is oblivious to all the pain and suffering surrounding her
and i wonder how once i too was so consumed by happiness
now i'm not and i wish i was dancing with her, dancing so unknown to the cruelty of the world.
she's dancing with happiness
but i was dancing with death
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