i am the coach

Hey,

Soo i have seen many people be used n thrown and to be honest i too have been used. And it hurts real bad...
I begin to think low of my self Cause of that and i almost lost my self in self pity... that's when my mom helped me n i saw this... 
from that day i believed i would find a way to get back ...
so i might be a toy to you but little do you realise you just started the sport but i am coach!

Keep Smiling :D
Kamya Ashok

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