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She looked up at him, her dark eyes tired.
He stared out the window of the train, his temple leaning against the glass. He was so pale and thin one ..
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I hate
Everything about you.
You're rude and ignorant,
Hypocritical and arrogant
Selfish and fake!
You think you're the best
Thing since
Colo..
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They are a dancer's
Best friend,
Their worst enemy.
One week they are
New and pink,
The next, dull and worn.
They protect her feet,
Help her..
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To live for a few brief moments
On stage.
She smiled, not just with her mouth, but
With her whole body.
She flitted about the stage,
The bright ..
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She stood, once again,
Alone.
Somehow it always ended like this.
Alone.
She felt the tears stream down her face.
There was nothing she could do ..
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A ballerina's strength is what keeps her alive.
It is covered by beauty,
But it is always there,
Lying quietly beneath the surface.
Her strength i..
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HeSpeaks to quickly.
How am I supposed to follow?
I hold up my hands and he stops.
I point to my ear with one hand
And shake my head,
As if t..
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Lights up.
Out of the corner of her eye,
She sees the other dancers in the wings.
Before her is a black mass called
Audience.
Above are the sta..
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Even though I'm deaf,
I can dance,
I can sing,
I can talk,
I can act,
Even though I'm deaf,
I preform on stage,
I dance to music I can't hear..
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I know he's hearing,
But he speaks as if he's deaf.
He speaks my language,
But it's alright with him if I
Can't speak his.
Around him, I don't ..
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