the end of a dream. the end of my entire life growing up. the end of who i used to be. what used to be my identity that i once had to learn to let go. rarely do people get second chances at a love they had to give up one day. i did.the quality-- not the best i have danced. the love of the whole thing.. and the act of doing it-- unsurpassed. when you truly love something, when you have truly given your heart and soul to it in the past, you have to learn to be satisfied with the simple fact that you danced your heart out at the end. and the results dont matter. and i think that was what i was supposed to learn.
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