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Wake up!

It's just an illusion, the image I wish to see is not there anymore,the words I seek have vanished as if it they never existed, the piano has stooped playing the obsessive tune  in my head, there's only cold emptiness in all corners of my aching soul. Another disillusion of a weak heart tricked by a master mind. Was it real at least for a moment in time? I touch my face as if  by magic it would reveal the truth denied. I am. I am what I am and there's nothing I can to do about that.

In the morning sun light I believe I'm real but by sun set I doubt everything around me.

- Try and live with yourself, you' re the only thing you got left ! he says smiling in the dark corner of the room, haunting me:  It's just you between the four white empty walls. No one ever comes in and you never go out. They all call you names....'the woman with no windows in her heart'- mainly. Why so stubborn, you will never overcome your limitations. You'll never dance, sing or smile again, get used to it. You have willingly surrendered ! Time cannot be turned back. You cannot reclaim back your wasted years, tears or sweat, maybe just the bad taste of it all. It's all lost and it will never come back, you will need to learn how to accept it. You might not like it, but it is what it is and there's nothing you can do about that.You believe this world was created for you and your little dreams,  you believe you can love but you have no heart! You're just ill!  I will fix you.
There no such thing as real or now nor love, when you will be able to accept that you will be fine!

Now wake up its time to start dreaming.


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