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My
heart, carved by a maelstrom of
emotional torment; my mind, flooded by
endless tsunamis of life’s learnings …yet I
am still no master of this world. I speak of
love I am no longer capable of feeling, am
destined to forever remain in the service of
others, will leave this place grappling with
unanswered questions, my efforts spent
…keeping heads above water.
Inspiration:
Omaar Khayyam Persian poet,
and no master of this worlds business.
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