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I am a wellspring
Of experience
And pool of knowledge
But I never learn my lesson

All because I am a slave
A slave to my emotions
A prisoner of longing
Tainted by failure

My words are a testament
To my experience
My foolishness a testament
To my stubborn youth

I am a tired, battered old man
In a 28 year-old body
A crying soul
In a smiling shell

Another drama king
With a non-formulaic storyline
A commoner
Bearing unique gifts

Extraordinary pain
Contained in an ordinary vessel
Living a flawed life
In a perfectionist world