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Star dance

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Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat.  Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat.  Percussive fingernails tapping a rhythm discordant with the cacophany within her head.  She's too big to make herself feel so small.  She aches to take flight and soar through the moonlit sky, dancing with the stars on her way to her haven.  She knows, with every bone in her body, that this is just a bump in the path...but the bump reminds her of her frail frame and its fragility.  Life used to be SO EASY...simple addition led to simple algebra...to simple calculus...to an IMPOSSIBLE life.  Why is she so melodramatic - for the sake of the art?  Pain makes for good stories - afternoon talk shows have taught her that much.  Is she unhappy?  No, never that.  More uncomfortable than anything, she tells herself...so many un-'s.  Uncomfortable, unsure, uneasy...but unafraid.  She will dance with the stars from solid ground tonight.

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