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They are the only ones who give me strength and power to dance. I am the only one who wears them. Ballet shoes, baby pink strong laces that wrap around my feet, just like me. Ballet shoes that do not belong here but are. Ballet shoes breakable while dancing, from their spot on the wooden floor, my sister laughs because they are trash. From my living room we can hear and see them, but my father works and doesn't appreciate their beauty and the joy they bring.

Their strength is their secret. They force their laces around someones neck. The laces rise up and reach for their neck, they are angry and fierce and will never stop. This is how it protects.

Let one forget his reason for being, they'd melt like a piece of chocolate burning in the blazing hot sun.Protects, protects, protects ballet shoes say when I sleep. They love.

When I am too sad and want to forget about the world, I put on my shoes and it makes all the pain go away, like nothing in the world seems to matter. When there is no one to talk to. Ballet shoes that were strong when I wasn't. Ones that protect and do not forget to protect. Shoes whose only reason is to dance. "It takes an athlete to dance, but an artist to be a dancer."