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The death of a dream

vintage blue door of old building

I once had a dream
to be someone
to reach someplace
I am someone
and
I did reach someplace
but this is not it.

I have a long way to go
but I am breathless
I feel I have exhausted
all my resources.

My own nature
my own shortcomings
my own core
are in conjunction
My dream died

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