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The moment hit

Like a bullet fired from a gun.

Painful,

Shocking,

Burning.

I realized that everything meant nothing.

All my dreams,

Would stay only dreams.

I was finally awake,

For the first time I saw reality.

A new nightmare presented itself to me.

A vision of myself,

Years later.

Old,

Tired,

Alone,

And worth nothing.

Having accomplished nothing.

An old man with big dreams,

Yet full of regret,

Waiting to die alone.

To realize in one moment,

That everything I lived for,

That everything that kept me going,

And held me together,

Was never going to come true.

All my hopes,

All my dreams,

Crumbling into dust.

I held out my hand,

Filled with dust,

And watched slowly as the wind carried away every speck.