Ballet and Blades

Ballet and Blades

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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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"I waited ages just so I could meet you again." 𖤓☽ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩ Hands gripped my hips, and I was tugged back against a solid chest. His arm came around my waist, and his palm landed on my hip. In one swift motion, he had me secured against him. Every inch of my skin that was flushed against him heated. Even through the thin fabric of my dress and his blazer. Turning my head to look up at his face, I didn't care that my lips had parted and that my eyes probably looked hazy and a little clouded. Keeping our gazes locked, my arms lifted of their own accord, my hands linking behind his neck. Without really knowing how, my hips started moving. And we were dancing. The memory of us dancing when we were children crossed my mind. How ironic it was that we'd found ourselves in the same situation after twenty years and now that we seemed like completely different people.

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