Alchemy of Pain

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A pinch of bitters
and a cup of tears
mixed throughout
all your broken years

A wounded soul
folded in three memories whole
One of fear for future tense
One of pain in past regrets
One of here and right now
(the void: the dark: the empty sound)

This then- the potion shall you make
for your spells drawn in great heartache
A component for your every use
to spend on those who used you

Let not these troubles pass in vain
this is the alchemy of pain

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