females in sports

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Blood. Sweat and wind.My right hand is burning, and I'm too cold.
    Dear injuerd self,     They see the agony in my eyes, But know I will not give up.  
Dear basketball,I miss you I miss you I miss you So much There used to be a hole in my chest And I would think I couldn't breathe
I run at my own pace   Boys Virgin Lips and Untouched Hips Not even ready for first base Flirt with me and that is enough I run at my own pace   Friends Slumber party at my house
Give me that Ball   My orange and black isn’t a Netflix show or Halloween themes NO - Here’s what my orange and black means Jordan shorts and definitely no jeans
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