Her beauty so soft, scary fair, shinning diamond pearl. Her tears moved sweetly as the sweetness dripped from the rain. Her parents feared because her eyes were like no other(unique).
She grew up of course, not as any ordinary person but as the beauty of the town.
Her talent is wise, appreciateful common but different good. She danced swiftly, moved melodiously, she was charming, scary and scared, shy but sure.
she never showed it though she hid it and danced for those who wanted to see. Troubled about the world, restless with her thoughts, she danced till the world noticed, not giving up her gold, she walked her way to high inspirations.
This is my story, like I said before my name is Marie. St. Luke, I was the one who gave you the rules to become a star under the spotlight. Well, this is how I played mine according to the rules......Danca chronicles.
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