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July 15, 2010
I want to dance. There is something wonderful about dancing. I don't know any moves, I doubt I'm any good, but dancing heals my soul. It is when the music grabs my body and moves it for me, when the flashing lights blind my senses, when the stage smoke weighs down my lungs and, somehow, allows me to breathe deeper... that is when I am free. 

There is no thought, no worries. I dance until my legs become numb and my back aches and my breath comes in frantic gasps, and then I dance until the world grows black.