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Agony

Oh God, what is this agony
That lies beneath my breast?
It fills every waking moment
And takes away my breath

Yesterday I was a young girl
With hope and dreams of life
Nothing could burst my bubble
So much I had in sight

I could have been an actress
I would have done so well
Out there beneath the spotlights
Who knows, I couldn't tell

I was born with so much talent
Where did it all go wrong?
Was I such a weakling?
Or maybe not so strong