am i a good dancer?
am i a skilled performer?
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Will I always be a performer without a stage? A crooked smile, wide eyes, and anger vibrating my entire body.
They say I am a good dancer but this is just my bones quaking from fear, moving my muscles, moving my flesh, do you think it's sexy? To watch me break down like this?
I can indulge hedonism if it's for my own demise. I am my own sadist.
Somewhere there was supposed to be a parachute. I jumped, the clouds did not catch me. My slow descent back to earth was unsettling.
I shut my eyes, let my thoughts bubble, and waited for impact.
Most days it feels like I landed somewhere other than Earth. I feel foreign.
This ground feels too soft and my feet, too heavy. I am just an inhabitant of a planet I never belonged on anyway.
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