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September 3, 2011
Once I was afraid that someone I knew would start to write here and find me. 100words had become not only my diary, but also the place to lock my more violent words away from the unsuspecting world. But then they did start to write, and they did find me, and somehow, it was better that way. I loved to read their entries, to guess at their obscure hints, to applaud their masterpieces.

They're gone now, everyone I knew. Gone to far off places where they are too busy to write. Perhaps someone new will write with me.