It starts. The music pulls my body with it, not caring for limits, not caring for pain, not caring for anything but the love of it.
The beat tunes with my body's.
My head is thrown with my arms like everything's detached.
The heaving breaths are lost in the muggy air, my dripping hair stuck to my face.
I'm alive.
This is when my smile and tears come at the same time.
This is when I don't think.
This is when I just do.
This is the minute forty two.
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