Tearing holes inside my brain,

Is worth it just to kill the pain.

Arrive at the club with shaking hands,

No shame, no gain, it's time to dance.

Freedom comes in leaps and bounds,

As I'm surrounded by the many sounds.

A flash of joy and searing heat,

As the rhythm takes me by the feet.

Shame and Pride and Jealousy,

Are replaced by Joy on Ecstasy.

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