It's quite hard for one to identify one's identify on one's own. It is even harder for one to accept and recognize one's identity, especially when the identity is bloody ugly (from the point of view of people around you). Does it mean that I accept myself subconsciously when I write down this? I, however, am still confused with myself. Such a contradiction is inflicting pain on me mentally, and in turn, perhaps, physically.
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