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Anonymous.

I still remember the day I received my first anonymous hate comment. I remember how the words meant absolutely nothing to me. But what kept me insomnic that night was the troubling thoughts of the fact that I had to wake up the next morning, dress up and go to college where I would meet that person disguised in his deceitful looks and fake smiles.
It’s easy to imagine a world so free that you can say anything to anyone whether it’s a compliment or an insult. A place where you can send a secret message to a friend or a letter to a lover with all the kisses and forever’s. I was so nieve to think that anonymous means that you eliminate all barriers and limitations; social , mental, physical, intellectual, spiritual, moral …. even lingual. But a free world comes with all kinds of responsibilities because words can have meanings outside their literal cloak we force them into.
Regardless of the fact that now I may be more open to any type of judgement, I am really appreciative to anybody who chooses to wear their guts on the outside and give me the courtesy of saying it straight to my face; with nothing up their sleeves.

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