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Sep 2016
Manipulation begins,
before the games begin.
The pre-game shows the truth,
It prepares you for the challenge.
If you hurt now,
you'll only injure yourself more.
When you hurt before the game,
you call pull a muscle.
It begins with you,
the choices you make.
I was hurt, I never made it to the game.
My ankle was sprained,
So I could never make the perfect spike, the perfect foul shot, the buzzer beater.
I never took the chance,
I regret.
If I had played the game,
would my ankle have grown strong?
Or would it have broken more.
I took the will of the coaches advice,
They know what's best for me.
Now how long will I not be able to play?
How long will my my ankle hurt?
How long until I can feel the rush of adrenaline as I sprint down the court,
knowing i have a straight shot at a layup?
I miss it.
I miss the beginnings.
The fact that you know you can make it,
just an injury stands in the way.
It tears at me,
I wish I could play,
I wish I had chosen to,
but I didn't.
Sam
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Sam  20/Cisgender Female/Everything will be okay:)
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