Jan 17
1 min read
Dancing Barefoot
Dancing barefoot in the street.
The blood runs faster.
The tears dry faster.
Dancing among the rain.
I learned how to survive.
Nobody held my hand,
Yet, I stood tall.
Call me names, I don't care,
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Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com
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