At The Edge
Birds do not sing for the deaf. Smiles do not form for the blind. Let the beat keep playing repetitively. I will dance in a motionless state. Hold my head high and let my ego suffer. Barricade this heart from a life of passion and meaning. The flame is weak. Reignite the world with the power of movement. Not silence.
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