Movimiento
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  • Parts 6
  • Time 49m
  • Reads 169
  • Votes 15
  • Parts 6
  • Time 49m
Ongoing, First published Sep 17, 2014
You can't explain dancing.
It's not something you do, It's who you are. 
When you dance, it's like nothing in the world matters except for that moment. 
Like kissing, only better. 
You can find yourself and lose yourself at the same time. Dance is the hidden language to the soul. 
Dancing changed my life in so many ways. 
But also destroyed it in so many ways.
So now I'm at a cross road... And I really hate crossroads. 
Should I follow my mind? 
Or my heart? 
♪

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