My Passion
I'm on this island alone with my soccer ball.
It doesn't matter whether big or small.
It's a better feeling than being at the mall.
Most think being alone is a downfall.
But with this object I feel as if I was above all.
When I play I' feel as if I'm in a dance hall.
This is what I carry with me no matter the situation I will always have my ball.
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