Anonymous
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~Don't let your past haunt your future~
It was my new persona that started it all. We called her Anonymous. She became an internet sensation, yet know one knew who she - I - was. And that was the point. If my father ever found out, then I would find death rather than a chance at fame or normality. Anonymous became a part of me - i lived to keep dancing. But when the Melbourne-bred pop-star, Dylan Hazer, somehow came into my life, everything changed. My name is Scarlett Nevereth and I am Anonymous.
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