Learning to Juggle

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you can have friends, you can have good friends, you can have best friends, and you can have even better than that friends. I only have friends. Yes there are those friends that i love with all my heart, that i would do anything for, friends that most people would consider family. I can't do that. Don't people have to know where your house is if you are family? Don't they have to have been there at least once? Either that or be half cousins thrice removed or something like that, you know, blood related. Well none of my friends have been to my house, and hopefully never will. Its not that I live in a dumpster or anything, I live in a pretty cool house actually. No, its not the house, or the siblings, because i have none. Its my lineage.

I am the product of a drunken clown and a sexy circus acrobat that got a little too carried away one night after a performance. There, its done. Iv'e told someone about my parents. Go ahead, laugh all you want, say anything you like. I don't care, I would do the same to you. No I am not as heartless as all that, Its just, have you ever tried to live with the fact that your parents are circus freaks, and hide that fact from everyone you know? FYI, its nearly impossible.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 07, 2013 ⏰

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