My identity, our identity. I think about how little specks, pieces of all my experiences continue to take away from and add to my identity. The people I've met, the places I've been, things I've done and the things that have been done to me. Each piece, some good, some bad, some seemingly neutral, continue to shape my perception of the world. They will determine whether I'm optimistic or pessimistic in my approach to whatever is in my future. I'm aware. I may be a good piece in someone else's fragmented identity, but perhaps, maybe more likely, I may be a bad piece.

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