scripts

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My script is full of profound dialogues
It is replete with criticism and opinions
I write like how life does;
Not always happily but the best for me
I elaborate like how life does
Not always clear
 but becomes crystal at the end of the day.
The pages of my script are not always clean
They are stained
 With the spilling of the late-night coffee on my desk
My script is not facilitated for you to read.
Sometimes it is a misunderstood calamity
Trying to be amiable but
 ends up being acute;
Adjacent to an enormous crash of letters
Elaborating an insincere speech
Rather than bliss.



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