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May 2015
Life is dull; music bores me.
Dancing is tiring; rhythm can't absorb me.
At least I'm not the only one
who plays these games purely for fun.
Someone held my gun in their hand,
took all the power held within me.
My feet don't control my body
and my mind and soul are disconnected.
I don't feel real, yet I always feel threatened.
This constant cycle is repressive and controlling.
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