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pretend to make believe

i feel like i was born to do this. like i could forget everything i ever knew about it, but as soon as its back at my feet, it all comes back.
i realize i only have 2 more years of soccer. and sometimes that makes me smile, but mostly it makes me realize that every dream has an end.
we start tomorrow morning, and my coach promised that the first week he would go easy on us. i know i won't sleep tonight, again.
i have anxiety.

maybe i'm ready for an end.

3:58 p.m. - 2005-07-17

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