Gold

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The feel of metal,

a basketball stuck in your hands,

you basically were born into it.

 

Your whole life you've dreamt about it.

Your whole life you've pushed for it,

basketball.

 

The moment is here.

Sweat is dripping off your brow.

The lights in the stadium are blinding you.

 

Just one more shot and you've got it.

The buzzer goes off,

and the crowd roars!

 

As they place that gold medal around your head,

you cant help but cry.

All your hard work has paid off.

 

You are a champion!

You got the gold ball!

Now what?

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