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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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