Her
A ghost in the back
Just following the normal
Scared to be my self
Walking petrified
My opinion is nothing
A sparkle of dust
One person stood up
She let my own flower bloom
Making me feel safe
Dust to lively dreams
Words who make me who I am
For once and for all
Telling my story
Showing who I really am
No longer afraid
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