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At age six, my mother told me that dancing is not really for me. The ballerina in me died that day. Age eight, I was told by my uncle that I shouldn't sing for other people. I never hummed eversince. I held a guitar at age twelve, my brother told me "have you forgotten you can't sing?" I look like eight-shattered-dreams. I trust that we know better now. Break the cycle.
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Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 5:23 PM UTC
Break the Cycle
At age six, my mother told me that dancing is not really for me. The ballerina in me died that day. Age eight, I was told by my uncle that I shouldn't sing for other people. I never hummed eversince. I held a guitar at age twelve, my brother told me "have you forgotten you can't sing?" I look like eight-shattered-dreams. I trust that we know better now. Break the cycle.
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Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 5:23 PM UTC
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