I crack my neck, but I worry about it. Not about the residual effects. Are there residual effects? No, I worry about breaking it. That one day I'll crack it too hard. Put my hand on my jaw, push, crack, and that will be the end of me. People laugh when I tell them this. I don't much tell them anymore. Is it really so strange a thing to fear? We're capable of much, you and I. We have strength we won't ever know about. And I guess I worry about it coming out when I least expect it. When I'm just trying to release the tension. That something inside will snap. That something inside might want to snap. Might want to turn against itself. And that will be the end of me.
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