My ego is howling like a dog who gnawed its leg off after getting caught in the rusted teeth of a bear trap.
Snared in a trap meant to catch the more prized, highly appraised game,
not this bitch.
Don’t fret.
The fitt moves through me like beer.
I will piss it out in five minutes.
Same way I learned how to never be cold: let it flow through your nerves.
Don’t fight it.
Move like water
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WrittenCasey 
Well penned
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Howl kind. Smile. I appreciate your time here. Hope your day brings many reasons to smile.
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