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Lost confidence. Lost confidence. Lost confidence. Alexa was just slow on the draw. I cannot type without making mistakes, little mistakes, and I just can't seem to stop myself, don't want to stop myself from fixing little mistakes. I think it would be a little different if I were writing by hand. I'd be writing with a pen and I would maybe cross something out? No, not supposed to cross anything out, just write write write write write write write. Write like your life depends on it.
Lost confidence. Confidence like swagger. Confidence like secrets. Confidence. Lost confidence. Lost confidence. I know things. I know things about people that other people don't know. Not too many, but a few. If I told one other person some things I know, it wouldn't even be a lost confidence, because I'd be telling someone to whom it would never get back to the secret haver that their secret had been revealed. Actually, the only reason I know one secret I know is because the person who had the secret wrote about it, secretly, and the person who told me read about that other person's secret without the secret haver's knowledge. The dangers of a private journal! Should the person who told me the secret have even known the secret? In an ideal world, the secret would not even have been secret because there would have been more openness. In an even more ideal world, the secret would not even have existed, because the secret haver would not have felt the need for it. Anyway isn't this all so MyStErIoUs. You know. You know. You know.
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