if a paper were a dance floor, then her pen is a hesitant girl. standing still on the corner, trying to converse with one self, yet envious with the ones who are slowly killing the dance floor. then the DJ plays her favourite song, thus she becomes free. dragging friends, letting strangers into her bubble. it takes one right tune to dance and know this is a safe space to own herself.
Written by Firnita
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