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I'm in over my head. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't mean to dip my toe in the metaphorical water of, well, this, let alone be drowning in it. 

Drowning in metaphorical water. Yes, that's me. Any of my friends would know that was me. With a few more hints. I'm not going to hint for them. Chances are, they've already given up on me. On finding me. On saving me.

Don't get me wrong. I'm glad they gave up. They will never find me, that's how well I'm hidden. I don't want them to know it's me. If you think this is me, it's not.

Hear me? It's not me. Turn around. Close this.  Exit the browser. This is not a message of hope, not a message for saving. This is free time. Which is the only time I have now. So if you think this me, know, it's not.

Okay. Let's do this. But let's be clear. Don't come for me. Don't come looking. Leave it at these words. I've already given up. And some of you are so brave, so stupid, you'll want to rescue me. And then you'll get caught by them too. You won't give up as fast as I did. That's not bravery, that's stupidity. Stay at home. Close your window shades when you read this. Please. For your own safety. And, please, please, remember this above all else. Lock your door. Right now.

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