The Missing Piece

"Oh, I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go
lookin' for my missin' piece"
- Silverstein

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Thirty-Eight

Looking back to those days where I haven’t locked that side of me away, I found the current self rather peaceful and a little… unsatisfying.

Where’s the action? The rush of blood, the adrenaline surge, the intensity?

I wonder when did I became so quiet, reserved, and (to some extent) timid.

I don’t dislike it, since it is part of me, but I do wonder if, at times, I suppressed myself too much to a point where I became someone I am not?

Something to think about.

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