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In circuits of a field, where passions soar,

With every heartbeat, we embrace the roar.

The court, the pitch, the track, the ball, the race,

In sports, we find our vibrant, joyous space.

From football's grace to tennis's fierce delight,

In sports, we paint our dreams with all our might.

With camaraderie, we stand and play as one,

In races run, in battles fought, we're spun.

The tennis courts, they echo with each swing,

The golf greens whisper secrets of the swing.

In water's depth, swimmers glide and dive,

In every stroke, they come alive.

From wrestling mats to basketball's sweet dance,

In every sport, we find our chance.

To strive, to win, to lose, to learn,

In sports, our spirits brightly burn.

So let the stadium's grandeur shine so bright,

In sports, we find our endless flight.

A canvas painted with our sweat and soul,

In sports, we're all made whole.

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On the hardwood, I stand tall, a basketball player's symphony. The rhythm of the bouncing ball and the swish of the net compose the music of my life. With each dribble, I choreograph plays of grace and teamwork, weaving stories on the court. From the free-throw line to the three-point arc, I embrace challenges, a testament to dedication and hard work. My jersey carries the legacy of countless hours of practice, a symbol of my unrelenting passion. In the arena, the crowd's cheers and the taste of victory propel me forward. With the ball in hand, I dribble through life, crafting my story one game at a time, in this ever-evolving world of basketball.

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Beneath the canvas of the endless sky, A student's heart soars, curious and ready to fly Calm in demeanor, with a caring grace, They find their thrill in life's daring chase. (1)

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In shadows deep, I search my soul,
Seeking truths to make me whole,
But in the darkness, I confess,
Myself remains a vast recess.

No hobbies, passions, clear and bright,
No guiding star to lead me right,
For in the realm of self, I roam,
Yet haven't found my heart's true home.

A blank canvas, a mystery untold,
The story of me, yet to unfold,
I'm still a book with pages bare,
Seeking truths that I might wear.

Identity, a question mark,
In the vast cosmos, I embark,
To discover who I am, someday,
And let my unfiltered self have its say.

Though undefined, a work in progress,
My soul seeks to find its address,
In the journey of self-discovery,
I'll write the verses of my true story.

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I AM FAST AND FUN

I am fast and fun
I can dream, dreams that nobody has dreamt before.
I would go on adventures all over the world.
I want to write out my imagination.
I enjoy seeing peace.

I am fast and fun
I want to fly and taste the air.
I am not afraid to say what I want.
I feel such smooth things that touch my fingers.
I find such pretty things in nature.

I am fast and fun
I want to be a volleyball star.
I think hard about things.
I wonder where we go when we fade.
I feel so great when I help someone.