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the alchemy of power lies in suffering you are the mother of sighs the betrayed the rejected the dead reach out to you for they haven't forgotten how to feel how to remember pain is timeless unlike joy which is fleeting forgotten easily like a dime store toy we always return to our roots our wounds secrets have a way of working themselves out even when left too long in the shadows ghosts surround you mother of sighs mother of tears your face flickers in the light but you will always own the dark
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