When you trout your stuff on the street for the first time , smooth as a teens comeback lines to her parents . You think to your self how will you manage . How on earth will you ever manage ? Supposed that moment has come . You basicly trembling as you edge closer to that door . Your hands are soaked in sweat and the door knob seems to float further away as you approach it . Then there is that continuose thud in your ear . That's your heart . All the way from your chest , pounding so hard to , hopefully, get the blood to your legs long enough to keep that now aching plastered , insecure twitching smile off the ground . Finally you get there ! To your dismay ,the father is at home and even that smile isn't gonna bring that girl out . Hence you now officially commence Roora . In truth , right now you would love to pass out . They sit you down on that couch and question your qualifications . Interogate your ambitions whilst gently installing a suggestive amount of fear in you . Enough to frighten you to death but not enough to recieve you in the cold , calming hands of the grim reaper and his faithful remedy -death . With not much of a choice you smile , please them with your wit and charisma and pray to any heavenly , if not all heavenly , god -like beigns . Finally the father gets up and walks to bed . The mother follows a minute later and the girl is told to escourt you out . Quick wasn't it ? On your way home , your mind calms you down . You intelect settles your worries aside and your testorone thus deducts the following : the moments you fear the most are what has made you the most . Your efforts to attain any sort of appreciation from mankind has thus left you chasing ambitious plans that no self loving individual would . True strength lay in the eyes of her father , though he brought you down to earth , he also installed fear and a deep respect in you that will protect his daughter . This is how the circle first start. Such a start requires strenght . Any first requires the guts of a warlord . Once perfomed perfectly , your next step should shadow your first . It needs to leave your desires clear . It will be because of that you will wipe your frown . Smile that half smile and insist you want more . From here on out you've achived your true truth . Another first of many .

When you trout your stuff on the street for the first time , smooth as a teens comeback lines to her parents . You think to your self how will you manage . How on earth will you ever manage ? Supposed that moment has come . You basicly trembling as you edge closer to that door . Your hands are soaked in sweat and the door knob seems to float further away as you approach it . Then there is that continuose thud in your ear . That's your heart . All the way from your chest , pounding so hard to , hopefully, get the blood to your legs long enough to keep that now aching plastered , insecure twitching smile off the ground . Finally you get there ! To your dismay ,the father is at home and even that smile isn't gonna bring that girl out . Hence you now officially commence Roora . In truth , right now you would love to pass out . They sit you down on that couch and question your qualifications . Interogate your ambitions whilst gently installing a suggestive amount of fear in you . Enough to frighten you to death but not enough to recieve you in the cold , calming hands of the grim reaper and his faithful remedy -death . With not much of a choice you smile , please them with your wit and charisma and pray to any heavenly , if not all heavenly , god -like beigns . Finally the father gets up and walks to bed . The mother follows a minute later and the girl is told to escourt you out . Quick wasn't it ? On your way home , your mind calms you down . You intelect settles your worries aside and your testorone thus deducts the following : the moments you fear the most are what has made you the most . Your efforts to attain any sort of appreciation from mankind has thus left you chasing ambitious plans that no self loving individual would . True strength lay in the eyes of her father , though he brought you down to earth , he also installed fear and a deep respect in you that will protect his daughter . This is how the circle first start. Such a start requires strenght . Any first requires the guts of a warlord . Once perfomed perfectly , your next step should shadow your first . It needs to leave your desires clear . It will be because of that you will wipe your frown . Smile that half smile and insist you want more . From here on out you've achived your true truth . Another first of many .