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c:oneSunday, January 20. So here it is the evening and i bare my soul to you. To scared to tell the truths: this is my journal to you. All that i want to say to you yet should not. cannot. will not. I have no fear that you will find me here unless it is i who direct you. I need to be seperate from you. I need you to not know what it is i feel for i will become that which you dont know that i am. Annoyingly cryptic, i am sure. Safe in my relative anonymity. I shall speak to you with silent words.
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