Three times, a charm

Once to remember,
twice to forget –
things that were,
and things not yet.

Once for vengeance,
twice for hate.
Have I lost my balance?
Is it too late?

Once for grief,
and twice for pain.
I pray there’s relief
somewhere down the lane.

Thrice and thrice again I’ve fought,
yet lack the peace I dearly sought.

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