Something I could not live without
Time passes me by
But one thing stayed by my side
A simple passion
More like a drug
A sport
No, Soccer is more than that
Its an escape from it all
A safehaven for plagued minds
plagued with the harsh realities of the world
the ugly truth
Without it I am not sure where ill be
I don't even wish I could see
it saved me from my hitting rock bottom
saved me from joining the wrong crowds
offerd a release when there was no other in sight
The best time to play is at night
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