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Jun 2019
I was alone on the stage as the song played.
My dancing was poor.
Dancing? More like batltering.
But that didn't stop me.
As the song continued to play.
I danced.
I smiled.
I laughed.
I didn't focus on their stares.
I didn't care about their opinions.
I was dancing.
And I was finally starting to live like every moment was my last.
Baltering: the act of dancing clumsily and without any particular skill
Sophia E Fritz
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Sophia E Fritz  23/F
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