
I was the child who stayed tucked in the corner, hoping to go unnoticed. I never raised my hand in class, even when I knew the answer. I whispered when I spoke—and only if someone spoke to me first. I was incredibly shy, so shy that my voice felt like a risk. Like something that could get me in trouble if it grew too loud.
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