The dance is continuing on
without me,
those beautiful faces
who pretended and painted
themselves, their masks
are cracked and hair dishevled
but still, they continue the dance
I left behind.
I thought I would fall
forever, the ceremonies
of young hearts and harlots,
words that have more than
one meaning,
and promises that have none;
but now,
I'm standing on two feet,
growing, becoming
something more than
a dancer in a plastic box.
Please tell me what you think
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WOW that's all i can say
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