Dancing Barefoot

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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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Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com

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