Retreat.
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Retreat; noun.
A place of refuge, seclusion, or privacy.
Dancing is my retreat.
My retreat from school.
My retreat from family.
My retreat from..., I guess, life.
I, Melody Kalani Jackson, was a victim.
A victim of bullying.
A victim of verbal abuse.
A victim of love to dancing.
The bad-boys victim.
A victim nonetheless.
This is Melody's story.
This is MY story.
However long the road may be; for without a retreat, there is no mercy.
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