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Instrospection
I tend to dwell on the past, and whenever I try to write something I always find myself introspecting. Perhaps this is a manifestation of the suppressed identity inside me, the one who longs to be in the world; the one who wants to enjoy all that life has to offer. But it is exactly for these reasons that the person inside me just can't go out (or at least wouldn't come out) simply because it is too hedonistic, only seeking pleasure while the "real" me is working hard to make both ends meet.
