I carry a raging lust for praise. Pump me up. Reinforce me. No hugs. I don't do hugs.
I carry undigested food from years before. It is stuck to my flesh and will not move. I'm guessing most of it is pizza.
I carry jealousy when ever someone else gets published. It is not healthy, but I can't help myself, especially if it is someone I don't like.
I carry the pain of hair loss. No amount of wit and intelligence can ease it.
I carry fear of water, heights, deep holes, sharp edges, gullies, flat land, quarries, sunsets, forests, people in uniform, traffic cones, arriving late for anything.
I carry fear of bland blog posts.
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