Ballet and Blades
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Last published Thu, Dec 24, 2015
Ballet isn't just hard on the feet. For Marilyn , ballet is hard on her mind and soul. Although her dancing is beautiful she is mentally falling apart. But you can't tell.........unless you look at the many lines on her wrist. From getting bullied by the other dancers to getting cancer, life is a rollercoaster that goes straight down. But it's ok she always has her blade. ( All rights reserved to Daleah Hodges. Please do not try to copy)
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