In the shadows I do dwell,
A nameless soul, a secret well.
My face unknown, my voice unheard,
Yet in the silence, my thoughts are stirred.
Anonymity, a cloak of mystery,
A veil of darkness, a shroud of history.
I am free to be whoever I choose,
To speak my mind, without fear of abuse.
No judgement here, no eyes to pry,
Just the freedom to live and to die.
To be a wanderer, a stranger in the night,
To disappear without a trace, out of sight.
Anonymity, a gift and a curse,
A blessing and a burden, for better or worse.
For in this world of constant surveillance,
To be anonymous is a rare chance.
To be free from the shackles of identity,
To live without fear or anxiety.
To be truly oneself, without pretense,
That is the beauty of anonymity, immense.
So let me fade into the darkness,
And embrace the unknown with starkness.
For in anonymity, I find my peace,
And from this world, I find release.
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