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Pain is temporary, Pride is Forever: For the Love of my game, for the game I love »

He beats the shit out of me, but I still come back to him
He abuses me mentally, but I still come back to him
Sometimes he makes me brake down in tears, but something keeps me coming back to him
He makes me sweet, he makes me bleed, he brakes my bones, but I still come back
He throws me to the ground, to the muddy filthy ground, but I get up and I come back to Him.
Why? Because he’s the love of my life, because he has make me the person I am today, without him I don’t think I can live and he hurts, all the time, but I always come back.
Who’s this bastard you say? Well SOCCER is his name

A little something I wrote, for the real love of my life…