Whoosh I go to the air
The ground looks smaller
The people wait until I hit the ground
I come closer to them
Crash I hit the ground fast
They rush towards me
They get to me and I begin to roll
Further and further from them
I gain speed by the second
I am stopped for a moment
Then I go to the air and crash with a net
That is the life of a soccer ball like me.
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