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Mar 2013
I think it may be one of my favorite things in the world.
No matter how much I might complain sometimes.
No matter how early I have to get up,
how late I have to go to bed.
No matter what I have to sacrifice.
I love the game.
And more than that,
I love my team.
I love being pushed to be my best.
I love learning new drills.
Learning new plays is always fun too.
I love the way that when I am with my team,
all the hurting inside me,
doesn't hurt as bad.
There is never a moment I do not have a smile on my face;
or a pain in my side from laughing.
All the jokes, smiles, and tears we share;
that is what I love.
I love being a part of something.
Knowing that no matter what,
there is someone to catch me if I fall.
They are my rock.
You see, we are more than just teammates.
More than just friends.
We are a family, striving together hand in hand,
all trying to reach the same goal.
As individuals, we may not be much;
we're not all superwomen.
But as a whole,
we are unstoppable.
We will stop at nothing to be at the top.
That is where we belong.
Random thoughts running around in my head
Damaged
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