skateboarding
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The epitome of cool when I was nine.
I kick the road behind me.
I never had the motivation until now.
I go faster, faster, faster
Til' I wobble,
But I stick with it
If I crash,
I don't mind
Life isn’t easy, it is very rough.
Some things may seem to go on forever.
Finished? I very well may be never.
All of this stuff it’s becoming tough.
It's pretty strange to think of the satisfaction one can obtain
By simply riding around on a plank of wood on concrete
But it's a strange rush, that you get in your body, your brain
