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Welcome to my
Empty house,

And this is what I find,
Nothing but a dream.

Memories that are
Just a dream.

Yesterday was an illusion,
It never, ever
Happened.

This dark
Room that is dark,
I lost my
Heart.

Wait until my only visitors are
No one, so that I know for sure,
I Am what I thought I am, and that is
Alone.

Continuation of such
Remember Nothing of that is
My Life, of which is just
Dead to Me.

Nothing feels Strange anymore,
because everything that is Weird,
that is to say, emotions that make
Butterflies Flutter,
Never no longer, Existed.

i want to say,
my Dream will come true, but I
Cannot say that it will
Happen, ever in my time, because i.
Destroyed it all.

Ruined is the dream,
Life that continues onwards, anyway, so that
One little fragment of Hope,
keeps me Going.