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Movimiento

LECTURES 174
Votes 15
Chapitres 6
Durée 49m

LECTURES 174
Votes 15
Chapitres 6
Durée 49m

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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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Success doesn't equate happiness. I've had to learn that the hard way over the years. With every disappointment, every let down, every heartbreak, my solution was to just achieve something. Gain a new award, a higher accolade, a bigger position. The distractions only work temporarily, but once it dies down you realize that you're left with just you. You realize that you're still alone, still a failure in other aspects of life, and still hiding from the past. My name is Brynn. I got married at nineteen to my college sweetheart, and at the age of twenty four I found myself packing up and leaving him in the middle of the night. During that ungodly hour is when everything starts to hit you, when everything begins to resurface. My husband never attempted to come after me, never even attempted to reach out to me. Yet I still find myself going to sleep with him on my mind. I can still feel his touch if I dream hard enough. I still find myself keeping up with his social media, following his life from a distance. Only in that ungodly hour do I let my fantasies roam free and allow myself to miss him. I allow myself to still love him, still care for him. As long as I know that once morning hits it's back to business, back to being distracted, and back to being alone.

~Trust Me ~, écrit par insanelysane2552

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Fixing Celia, écrit par PhyllisKO

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LOST LOVE, écrit par Aphr_od_ite

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The things we don't say

I wanted her to scream, "Because you make my heart bleed, when you look at me like that!" She'd say something like, "Why would you want your heart to bleed? If I'm causing you pain, what good am I too you?" Maybe I'd answer, "No one thing can be beautiful, without a little pain. You're not just pain, you're the one beautiful thing.. MY beautiful thing." Then we'd kiss, and the rain would start. But she didn't. She never will. It's the things we don't say.