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The music is like paradise.
Dancing to the beat with your emotions. Whether they are grim, painful or destruction.
Delilah rocked on her heels. She was terrified, scared but carefree.
The dance floor in her class sparkled with wax.
She hadn't been in the class for more than two years. She was forced out with the kids teasing her.
Dancing was her only escape, where she had friends and they made Delilah collapse.
Delilah looked at the mirror which surrounded the wall in front of her.
She closed her eyes and started dancing to the music.
She was free from the cage of life.
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Poetry[WATTYS 2015] Perfect. Our human nature goal. It's our want. It's our need. We want the perfect appearance, the perfect family, the perfect career, the perfect husband or wife, everything has to be perfect. But what exactly is perfect? ...
