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Crouch, touch, pause, engage


I play the game of pain of bruises and wounds Anger will be released Tears will be shed You’ll be left with battle scars Little symbols to show you’re hearts in the game I am a female player and I have no shame I train hard to be what I am Rain or shine Rocks or dirt Im there My team is my family My everything Mouthgaurds in Boots on Kick offs in ten Ball bounces swiftly off the ground Is kicked high is the air Everyone Charges No sense of despair I play the gain of pain I play rugby
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