The Day My Dream Ended
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Last published Fri, Dec 2, 2011
When every muscle in my body is aching, when I can feel my toes blistering from hours of dancing in my pointe shoes, when my arms are tired from trying so hard to keep them graceful to keep people interested in me. When I fall off my toes I always get back up again but this time would I be able to?
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