When you dance the blackness fades to grey, fades away.
You can portray an emotion without words, without the hurt
You can be in trust, entrust.
You can be suffocated, suffering faded.
It can bring out inner angst, in the hands.
The music thrum through your veins, no more pain.
I just want to breathe, to just be.
Only dance can stop the frost, save us.
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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoetryThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.