Could I be another calamity in your tempestuous life?
Or the gale blowing opposite the winds of grief, that which will cancel them all out?
Could I have been a complete waste of your precious time,
Or have offered you escape in such dire circumstances?
Could I have entered your life at the wrong time?
Or could you need me now, more than ever, as much as I need you?
Could I have been a hindrance from all that you undertook,
Or have been a source of inspiration to you, very much like how you have always been my muse?
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