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Alchemist and the bar

There's a pot of poison hidden deep within our closets of heart. It afflicted our lives from the very start . There is no path, which could let us find that bar where we could break that pot from deep trenches of our hearts. There's an alchemist inside that bar who is mixing and playing with our insecurities and flaws. Trying to mix that poison of pot. Making us gradually rot after every shot.Making us feel dizzy, uneasy.At that moment everything seems easy. Believing in everything we can't see.Enticing us into it's frangnance and spells. As he comes from the lands of mysteries and illusions.There's no way for him to get  caught as he disguise himself into various forms. One fine day I got myself an antidote by abstaining my wish to reach the shore where our worlds could merge and eventually found  effects of the poison purge as I mixed the anti dote with every shot.
~Atharva Salpekar

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