So what do you do when you're completely alone?
Sing? Dance? Cry?
It seems like there are a million possibilities however for many there seem to be none.
In school I never was much of a socialite in fact I was completely the opposite.
An outcast.
Walking through the halls and hearing the things the other kids said... well let's just say they we're not often nice.
I had to have a release.
I had to escape their world.
Before I had known it I came in Contact with what I thought was magic in a media file.
Blood on the Dance Floor.
It seemed like with my headphones in and a path in front of me the only thing I had to do for now was let the music flow through my veins and influence my soul to move forward.
At this point I had gathered the ability to walk past anyone and not even hear what they say. It was pointless.
Why give them what they want?
Dahvie and Jayy have both taught me that no matter what I am me and that is all there is to it.
Don't let someone change you because they don't like you.
Change because you don't like you.
Even at a young age I never cared for how I looked but with age comes wisdom and I've come to love myself for everything i am.
I've learned and I've lost.
I've cried and I've lied but I've never lost myself completely it seems...
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SGTC Warrior
Não FicçãoJust sharing a short story on my encounter with the amazing band Blood on the Dance Floor. I've been a fan for eight years don't be afraid to share your story. I suck at writing but I give absolutely 0 fucks! Hope all you SGTC fam like it <3
