I've often thought of myself as a ball.
Handy, always available, liked by many, etc.
But, when it comes to people around me,
I think I've got to be VERY careful.
No doubt that my beloved like me.
But, the fact is: I'm a stupid 'living being'.
For my friends can play me to any extent.
For they can throw me at any surface.
Just being assured that I'll (have to) come back...!
Can be thrown, kicked & many more...!
But still...
I'm just the same old little ball...! :) :(


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