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that moment when you’re so caught up in the dance,
for the split second,
all that is heard is music,
all that is felt is the floor and sweat and dirt,
and all the pain comes rushing and floods the heart, the mind, and the soul.it is the purest form of catharsis,
and it’s easy to tell you’re hurt,
when it’s not enough.
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