'life' 'emotions' 'friendship' 'realizing' 'home'
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Dusty cleats by the front door every day.
Just more week and I get to play.
The start of the season is always the best,
I've put in more work than any of the rest.
Blood, sweat, and tears.
I must say that I am disappointed;
An anger builds up in my soul because
The son came to make the world anointed
Covering us all in his love and blood.
I don’t feel it.
The sensation one feels when they laugh, the inclusiveness of pure and true joy that friends are expected to have
I don’t feel it.
The ease of their smile, the genuine warmth of those I surround.
