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[crookshanks214]

Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously. Anything. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love -- anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice (or a dozen times!) if you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realise read your LJ) have to say.

--Lolly

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[anonymous]

I'll post song lyrics. Yes, you all must know all the words to this song.

I'm so tired of being here supressed by all my childhood fears but if you had to leave I wish that you would just leave 'cause your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone these wounds won't seem to heal this pain is just too real there's just so much that time cannot erase when you'd cry I'd wipe away all of your tears when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears I'd held your hand through all of these years and you still have all of me you used to captivate me with your resonating mind and now I'm bound to the life you left behind your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams it takes away all the sanity in me these wounds won't seem to heal this pain is just too real there's just so much that time cannot erase when you'd cry I'd wipe away all of your tears when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears I'd held your hand through all of these years you still have all of me I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone but though you're still with me I've been alone all along when you'd cry I'd wipe away all of your tears when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears I'd held your hand through all of these years you still have all of me . . .

That was completely from memory.

My cat is yellow and annoying. He fricking jumped through the window and broke it and didn't even hurt himself, he's so fucking stupid. Anyway, yea.

So at least one of you will be able to guess who I am now.

Do I have a secret? Hmm. I don't think I do.

I like these two guys, one's named Eric and the other's named James, and I can't choose.

Now at least one of you knows for SURE who I am . . .

Ah, well. Who cares?