Losing control
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Last published Sat, Mar 4, 2017
I walked on the stage and took my jacket off, throwing it to the side. I started towards the speaker system and plugged my phone in. I scrolled through my album and chose a song. I pulled my hair in a messy ponytail and pushed play. As soon as the music started and my feet started to move, I felt like I was in my own world. No worries. No controls. No stress. I felt free
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