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Anything dead in person. If I see a dead squirrel, I cross the road and walk around it on the other side. I once looked down and saw a dead chick that fell from the nest. Couldn't have been more than a day old. I darted back in fear with some subsequent shakes. Not sure what facilitates this fear. I'm fine with roadkill (when I'm in the car) and I'm fine with gore and dead people/animals on TV. I even asked my dad to flush my dead pet fish down the toilet because I couldn't touch it.
I'm not comfortable in the dark, but the fear has subsided as I got older.
I fear loneliness.
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Maturity is knowing you were an idiot in the past. Wisdom is knowing that you'll be an idiot in the future. Common sense is knowing that you should try not to be an idiot now. - J. Jacques
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