Some time ago, a long time ago it seems, there was a lot of things that I wanted to say but couldn’t. I was ashamed of the words that would pour out of me, that it would be used to define me permanently, that I would not be able to shake them off once I let them go.
So I went to an anonymous website and wrote them there instead. It was only for the briefest moment, but that anonymity? It saved me.
(Funny that today I can’t even remember the name of the website.)
You may wonder what I wrote.
That’s a secret.
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