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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.
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