I Am a Football
I am a football.
I wonder why people always throw me?
I hear people yelling and cheering.
I see people tackle me.
I do get tackled. It hurts a lot. :c
I am mad because I always get tackled down! >:c
I pretend to not feel pain. But I do. :c
I feel the grass in the breeze when I get thrown.
I touch the hands of many people.
I understand why people throw me.
I say “It hurts me when I fall to the ground”!
I dream I could be a person playing football. c:
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