Sometimes my life is a mess~poetry

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Her eyes glimmer in the stage light
This is what she loves to do
No matter how much pain she's in
She still loves being here
On that old creaky stage
with light that blinds your eyes
Blood red curtains
23 rows Plush black seats
She dances here like no one is
watching her
Judging her
Critiquing her
Shaming her
All that matters to her right now is the next step
When she gets on that stage
Her eyes widen with joy
Her mouth goes into a beautiful smile like no other
Here she feels at home

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Hello humans
I hope you enjoyed this poem
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Well I guess have a good day:)