It's not dancing, it's movement. And it is the purest form of movement. It's raw, it's vulnerable, it's unapologetic. It's beautiful in it's imperfection. It's movement that comes straight from the heart. It's movement that is made of your heartbeat, patched here and there with a lot a bit of love, and stitched all together with fragments of emotions that words simply cannot express. It's not dancing, it's movement.
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Excerpts From Stories I'll Never Write
FanfictionIt works like an ideas book. Just quick ideas for stories I'll probably never make full length stories. ❤
