Changing

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who am i?

i am the color red

bright and intriguing

i am grey

dull and shy

i am so unconfident

you couldnt find me in a room with three people

i would be the one hiding under the table

however,

i am also changing

like the seasons is september

and the flowers in may

there is something brewing here

and it wont be stopped

i am changing

and this time,

its for the better

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