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Feb 2018
It was like a series of performances
That I was the only performer
No one else to set fire to the show, just me
Alone
Sitting at the middle of the stage
With all the lights on me.
I found him
Maybe he found me I dont know
We just found our way to eachother..
And something strange started beating in my chest
He woke it or he brought it to existence?
...
I just feel my darkness
Now has enough space for someone else to come and join me on the stage of performance.
I like performance art.
Nazanin
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Nazanin  25/F/Iran
(25/F/Iran)   
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