It Takes Two To Tango.

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It Takes Two To Tango.

Music, crowds dancing, like a rave all about the darkly-lit room. A slight feeling of claustrophobia sinks in, along with the irritation of those whisking by, having a good time. You can't help but feel sorry for yourself, how you really fucked up this time. I wish we never parted. I wish I could enjoy this with you, moving fluidly across the dance floor, gliding effortlessly in your firm embrace. I miss that, feeling protected by you; you made me feel invincible, the little see-through glass doll that I am, nearly invisible to anyone who passes by, not paying attention. They just dance on by, and so do you.