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My heart tightens my rib cage traps my lungs these are part of a dance we’ve done many times a dance where one partner is trying to run and the other is trying to waltz. You do not get a head start, there is no finish line or trophy. You just hope that the next dance is slower, The steps are less hard, and the partner less willing to dance.
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Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC
A dance as old as time
My heart tightens my rib cage traps my lungs these are part of a dance we’ve done many times a dance where one partner is trying to run and the other is trying to waltz. You do not get a head start, there is no finish line or trophy. You just hope that the next dance is slower, The steps are less hard, and the partner less willing to dance.
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Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC
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