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Take my hand, follow my steps.
Where are we headed? To the dance floor, but we will not be the ones who dance.
Let me surround you with my arms, let's put our chests together, let the heartbeats communicate, little by little, laughing and enjoying, they prepare to dance.
Two hearts, palpitating with heartbeats.
My heartbeats? All yours.
Your heartbeats? I hope they're all mine.
Small and soft hands, intertwined with mine, giving me their warmth, a wonderful sensation.
Round and bright eyes, staring into mine, who are filled with tears.
My battered lips, full of wounds, long to join yours, but... Why are they shaking?ย
Are they not beautiful enough for you? Or maybe... They lost the softness they had...ย
Yes.
They are scared, scared of not being what your lips want. Could you... Accept them even if they were wounded? I wish so.
Dancing heartbeats, eyes full of tears, wounded lips, I'm just a girl with a wounded body, even with all those ugly things, I can be honest and tell you:ย
"๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช, ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ."
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