My childhood was a wildhood&

My childhood was a wildhood 

I never understood the good 

shadows called me a real trooper

but my life only felt like a blooper

i was an on going fire

burning everything i truly dersired

everyday just preying for it to end

waiting for the one day i could bound the mends

down in the grey i thought I would stay 

till that one day i found ballet 

finally my new found sanctuary

i was no longer imaginary

my pation forever and always thrives

the only thing i could do to survive

trial after trial after trial

i never forget my artistic style

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