Hide and no one will find you. Those who are hidden do not want to be found. Or so they'd like the seekers to think.
The hidden one hurts that kind of hurt that burns. A sort of secretive lonely sort of hurt. The kind you can't share. The heavy kind that follows you wherever you go. The kind hiders try to hide and wish they could forget. But hiders are hiders and forgetters are forgetters.
And so the hidden one will remain hidden. She-who-shall-not-be-named is a hidden one. The hidden one. But like all those who have been broken, she's a ghost. And what are ghosts but the dead who cease to acknowledge their death. But that's for another time. The hidden one has hidden one to many secrets. It's time to let them out.
They aren't secrets to them. To she-who-shall-not-be-named. To her they are just thoughts. Painful overbearing thoughts to keep tucked and locked away. And so she-who-shall-not-be-named, the infamous hidden one, hurts and hides and hurts and hides for anyone but her self.
She-who-shall-not-be-named goes by Agnes. Agnes Delilah Deed.
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