I miss singing.
I would sing until my throat was raw.
I would dance to the beat as I would yell the lyrics.
I didn't care if people saw me, I loved it.
That's all that mattered.
What changed?
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chapter five:
I miss singing.
I would sing until my throat was raw.
I would dance to the beat as I would yell the lyrics.
I didn't care if people saw me, I loved it.
That's all that mattered.
What changed?
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