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My dreams are crushed. I have always been aware that what had been keep in dreams alive, fuelling then to become what they would never be, was slowly crumbling into dust and ruin. By the the time i had found it, it was already nothing but crumbling cement and the remains of what was once a glorious building. But i was not wise nor knowledgeable at the time to see what it had become. What saw was a great building full of people like me, all being inspired by the same dream makers. A brilliant place were we could all be accepted. We didn't care what other though us. We were safe here. There was one dream maker who had lead maker who's words had lead to this place. This dream maker made me, and what felt like many others, feel like i had a place. But then one day i realised it wasn't real. It all disappeared. There were much less people left in the building. I hadn't noticed the numbers steadily declining. I didn't notice the the bricks crumble and the paint flake away. The building began to feel empty and cold. I panicked. I searched the building franticly. Not exactly sure what i was looking for. The more i searched, the more i learned about the building. More and more walls i noticed were cracked and broken. Some were not there at all had disappeared long before i had arrived. Then, almost every person disappeared, faded away. They had been long gone. I saw the building as it is today and had been for a while. A dark and broken building with a a few people wondering aimlessly through it. A thick layer of dust covered everything. Some of the dream makers were still there. There empty words echoed down the empty corridors, begging to be heard. I have not quite yet given up, though i can feel myself slipping away. I can't leave, i wouldn't know where to go. In my confusion, I went back to were the first dream maker once stood. The one who had started this all for me. There was a message left behind, i hadn't noticed it before. It was about the building and what once lay inside. I read it. That's it. It's gone. It's done. I'm done. I'm dead on the inside like my dreams and the blood is on the hands of the dream maker.