Dancing my way through the heartache through the feeling of being alone through the war inside. I don’t regret my days there even though I fell really hard because we all know what happens to little girls alone late at night in dark places. They are hunted by the hunters who always have candy and smiles on their face.

. I was given the little pills the little papers where slipped into my mouth. They made me become even more frail and open and then I was prey.

 I will say some days I believe the music is the only thing that gave me hope then because through music I started to live again to dream again to get out and get up and keep dancing.

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