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February 19, 2011
So I dance. I close my eyes and dance. Dance until my body breaks down, and the world closes in. Dance until I find myself on the floor; cheek pressed to the carpet; vision grey and blurry.

I dance like I drink--to forget. To spin my thoughts into oblivion. To toss out everything I know and let some greater, more powerful force take control. Music or drugs or alcohol, it's all the same. It all ends with aching bones and a vengeful sort of satisfaction.

All I wanted was for you to be my music. My alcohol. My drug.