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3 AM July 2021

When was the best time to be alive? 

You are listening to this song and you feel so hollowed as it touches the softest 2016 midnights. 
For every son that was not met
And cry for every one that that set
Bury in shade
That we"ll never notice
Carry the weight on your tiny shoulders
Don't be ever forgotten
Savage saint
Quiet
Never come talking
Little faint
It's July 2021 and we lock ourselves in the house, wishing by doing so we help stopping the spread of Covid.  Your thoughts travelled to times when you danced non stop, every day, and you watch those videos over and over again. Yes you did dance to your heart's content. Yes, yes it was the best escape. And you came to dance even in high fever. You ere stupid but I can't blame you for that. Yes yes I know how much you love it, how much dance heals everything. 
It's 3 fuckin 9 AM in the morning and you're still up after a long online-teaching day. Yes, online-teaching, your 2016 self would laugh about it. Maybe she would want it, but no. Hell no. Yes yes I know, Miss Keisha, you miss the scream and laugh of your little rascals and you can't believe that Yellow Room is gone. The whole school is not there anymore. It's 2021 and we're battling a pandemic, Miss Keisha, wake up. Wake up. Wake up I beg you. 
Is it too much to ask, I want to dance again. On stage. I want to dance, be a dancer from the end of my toes to the tip of my hair. 

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