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my universal language


I used to not know what there was I used to live mediocrely until I heard the roar of the croud Until i felt the passion in my vains. There were 11 people standing together Eleven puzzle pieces laying out to connect a picture. It wasnt until I saw the raw power that sent a ball flying from one end to another it was the way the body moved so fluently and delivered kinetic energy. It was a universal language I didn't know I understood. And once I was spoken to I answered. I used to not care about anything I used to have no fire burning within But then a simple game was played and got me out of my own mind I have a calling and it is soccer.
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