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November 14, 2011
Funny how things that became an issue can be forgotten again. But today it showed it's blushing face when I least expected it.
The whispering between hands.
My face behind a book peaking over like a child.
Sitting to try and hide yet remain in plain sight.
I suppose I do sort of want you to know who I am.
However I am scared that it won't be ok.
That I will be judged.
Not that I mind being judged. It is just when someone says something wrong. That is what I can't bear. When you don't even touch truth.