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I go through a lot. When I listen, I can hear myself being kicked. I can hear screaming, of delight or of anger. I can hear The amazing sound, of the ball hitting the net. Everyday, I watch kids, dribble me up the field, Aiming for a goal, to lead their team to victory.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
Point of view of a soccer ball
I go through a lot. When I listen, I can hear myself being kicked. I can hear screaming, of delight or of anger. I can hear The amazing sound, of the ball hitting the net. Everyday, I watch kids, dribble me up the field, Aiming for a goal, to lead their team to victory.
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15/F/MI
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
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