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Dancing on the ballroom floor i see colors of two or three,as it starts to hit me i just want more and more.As i move to the middle of the floor the body touches isn't what it should be,he wants more i could care less.It's almost time to go and i give him the satisfaction that he needs,i'm getting tired and selling my soul to this man his where abouts unknown.It's midnight and we kick it to my place,his hands touched mine things started to get violent. As hit hand strikes and i start to crumble to the floor like a helpless solider in action.Tears arnt enough for this heartless boy,he likes to hit is witnesses until proven guilty.