You Know Nothing About Yourself.

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When I was growing up, I was painfully shy. Cower behind mummy’s legs shy. So shy I would make myself ill with stress every time I had to speak in front of my classmates. I would stare at the clock as others went forward to present, hoping, praying, that the bell would ring and save me from having to speak. I felt like I was in…

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