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The pulsing beat of the music hums, caressing each body, lulling each thought. The colored lights flash, making the sweat shine and the glitter sparkle. The throng sways from side to side, each body perfectly in tune with the whole. A sweet escape, filled with techno and glow sticks.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, he found his peace. Crushed in the mass of life and light, he found his reason. Surrounded by fake grins and giggles, he found his release. He’s found everything he wanted, and lost what he never had.

No one knows his name. No one knows his life. No one knows why scars line each milky white arm. No one knows why his neck is covered with fingertip shaped bruises. They don’t ask either. And he likes it that way.

For now, he doesn’t remember. He doesn’t remember the pain, the blood. He doesn’t remember his face, his name. He doesn’t remember their sneers, their hatred. He doesn’t remember dying inside, over and over. He doesn’t remember himself.

The pulsing beat of the music hum. The colored lights flash. The throng sways from side to side A sweet escape.

Covered in sweat, glitter, and tears.

He’s lost himself again.