Beyond the written
Keep me informed and tuned,
Before the curtains are downed.
I use to forget my dialogues in the script,
No matter how frequently I revisit.
A blank version occupies me all the way, Hard to get rid of it and able to say.
I can't recognise the written pattern,
Just copying things from the stolen version.
My days never payoff to their might,
Nights are less bright to lose their sight.
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