Non-existent
Sweaty palms, never says a word
Never noticed more than once
A wallflower willing to grow
Being shy has gotten me nowhere
The silence corrupting my own existence
But in the midst of it all I have seen that change only comes from within
So here I stand as tall as ever
The loudest lion in the crowd
I am no longer afraid to live
I have emerged from the shadows but now I am as bright as the sun
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