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I remember when I was young
I had all these dreams
they flowed through my mind
like a thousand river streams

I wanted to act
but couldn't remember my lines
I wanted to be seen
but had doubts in my mind

Dance, act, write and sing
I wanted to do them all
I am strong because I stand back up
I am weak because I continue to fall

I guess I am just a writer
and no one will really see me
I feel like a trapped prisoner
begging to be set free

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