I know he's there.
Watching me.
Waiting for me.
For my soul.
So easy to take.
Just one slip up and I'm gone.
So I'll dance.
To rowdy and agressive music with fast feet.
For a time until I'm out of breath to the point of exaustion.
He will enter the room.
I will stop dancing.
I may fall and he may kill me.
But he will never hold my soul.
About Me
- Rose Darcy
- Sometimes it is of the utmost importance to be completely honest with who you are, be it a psychotic weirdo or a boring bookworm. This is me, being both.
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