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I'm writing anonymously these days,

You won't find it,

Unless you notice nicely,

It's all hidden in plain sight,

My words and the emotions they carry,

Now, anonymously,

And I'm not giving any hints,

Just straight up truth.

There's a different kind of comfort and freedom,

To publish under a name,

That feels like yours,

But the world doesn't know it yet,

But it belongs to you,

In every possible way,

But, anonymously.


words for the day

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