The Actor
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The words spoken were written by another, The lives I lived were reality to another, The scenes were emoted once before to me by another, In the end its me known to another. Am I a Polestar or Am I the moon? For I am an instrument of another’s light ! My work behind the scene isn’t seen , I mug the lines, Guess Retakes are fine. Between Reality and an Act, I might have lost me for another, Just to be revelled by another. That another wants to be me, Guess I was anoth...
