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My True Identity
I know who I was.
A dancer
A master of my body
A bender of time and space
An athlete
In prime condition
Soaring through the air
Turning tornadoes
It was exhilarating
I loved dance
I loved the way it made me look
The way it made me feel
So I stopped.
You see,
I was a dancer
That identity was dangerous for me
I knew that dancing would not solve my problems
Only create more
So I stopped.
I stopped, knowing that
I needed a true identity
Dance was my false identity,
My false personality
This decision is
Painful.
And scary.
I am starting over
My slate will need coloring in
My heart aches for dance but
I will give it what it needs
My tears flow for my
Comfort in my old identity,
But I am stepping into a
Bigger world.
I want to do this.
I want to find out
Who I truly am.
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