I didn’t want to be afraid of who I was.

We danced, beads of sweat racing down our backs. We moved our bodies in awkward formations, swinging our hands in the air, our hips rotating in small circles. Sven and Lena screamed the lyrics of every song.

SHAME WAS ON THE OTHER SIDE BY SARAH BROKAMP 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 55

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