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His mother always told him to throw away broken toys to make room for new ones and maybe thats why they never keep me around I've become an acrobat balancing my self confidence on the tight rope of his words It’s hard to walk when your legs are killing you. My knees didn't always creek like this, I promise. My smile didn't always come with a disclaimer
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Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
Acrobat
His mother always told him to throw away broken toys to make room for new ones and maybe thats why they never keep me around I've become an acrobat balancing my self confidence on the tight rope of his words It’s hard to walk when your legs are killing you. My knees didn't always creek like this, I promise. My smile didn't always come with a disclaimer
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Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
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