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It is at my happiest that you creep in With your sour face and gentle words Though I pull from you in protest You still force me to dance Led out onto the forlorn floor Where you put your hands on me You grab my waist And ****** my hand to yours The somber music plays And the tears dance down my face You smile and smirk with delight Because you love to see me cry Each time you spin me You remind me of what I am Each step with yours You tell me what I can never be We’ve danced this dance so many times I know the steps and the cadence I pull and resist every time Yet to no avail, I’m forced to step At least the song comes to an end We stop and you stare at me Satisfied with my red and wet face You smile at me that empty smile When you are satisfied You drop me to the floor and leave I grip my face and dress too hard Forced to wait for the next dance
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 11:38 PM UTC
The Next Dance
It is at my happiest that you creep in With your sour face and gentle words Though I pull from you in protest You still force me to dance Led out onto the forlorn floor Where you put your hands on me You grab my waist And ****** my hand to yours The somber music plays And the tears dance down my face You smile and smirk with delight Because you love to see me cry Each time you spin me You remind me of what I am Each step with yours You tell me what I can never be We’ve danced this dance so many times I know the steps and the cadence I pull and resist every time Yet to no avail, I’m forced to step At least the song comes to an end We stop and you stare at me Satisfied with my red and wet face You smile at me that empty smile When you are satisfied You drop me to the floor and leave I grip my face and dress too hard Forced to wait for the next dance
Depression sometimes feels like a dance that you can never avoid
Dmgd-Bmbo
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23/F/FL
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 11:38 PM UTC
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