I am not proud, it's not my Pride,
Throughout my life, felt like a freak,
As it turns out,
All of my doubts,
That held me down,
Came from the wavelength off of the charts,
Invisible light,
But on the spectrum,
Hid in a plain sight,
I'm coming out,
'Cause for the first time, the pieces fit,
And so do I.
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