What insecurities do you carry around with you from your past? Does the flushing heat of past embarrassments sit right underneath your cheeks, waiting to surface? When you talk to a pretty woman, does the awkward, nerdy boy try to force it’s way out your mouth, trying to make a fool of you? Or do you have command of your past demons? Are you as confident as you appear, or are you as scared as the rest of us? Are we all gawky teenagers just trying to convince ourselves we are grown-ups now?
What do you carry
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