Yesterday,
I played futsal again...
Ended up, our team won again.
Ended up, my stomach to hips area hurt,
-as got kicked by the other team, unintentionally.
Ended up, my legs don't feel good.
Ended up, I couldn't sleep well last nite.
Ended up, I couldn't laugh normally.
Ended up, I couldn't make more movements.
Ended up, I'm suffering.
I'm afraid to tell my parents about this.
I'm afraid if they are worried about me.
I'm afraid if they won't let me play futsal anymore.
I'm afraid if they force me to get a medical check up.
Simply,
I'm just afraid.
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