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Dec 2018
Eyes on the ball
Sweat falls to the ground
Be ready to move
In my own little world, there is no sound

But all around
are people
screaming
screeching
cheering

The adrenaline spikes through my blood
Stronger than it ever does

All of this
fuels me
energizes me
readies me
for the game

This is why I play
This is why I play

Meanwhile, all eyes are on the ball…
imperfectstranger
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imperfectstranger  F/Gone, Gone, Gone
(F/Gone, Gone, Gone)   
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   Colten Sorrells
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