Street Ballet Girl
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Last published Sun, Dec 7, 2014
My life started out very bad , My mom abused me when I was younger even though I still am young I can count myself as an adult . I mostly had to fen for myself yeah im not gonna lie its hard as hell but I survived. I ALWAYS loved dancing or just the sound of music period . My favorite type of dance was Ballet & Modern I always just loved the way there bodies flowed with the music it was so unique . Maybe just maybe one day i'll get out the hood & be somebody & I hope that day is soon to come .
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