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I'm devoured by dreams. The great and beautiful ones and the small and distracting. They all build up their impossible bridges in my mind, lifting my heart higher, intent on the fall. And every step I take, the first stumble brings me all the way down, the first wall always stretches far above me, the smallest doubt is screamed into my heart where I am without any defense. Can't you see how desperately I reach? Can't you hear how I sing, with so much hope and shining desire to bring an ounce of joy to anyone beyond myself. But it's silent. And I want to leave, because I can't let you into my world. I could never bring you to this horrible place, where words of hope are swallowed by the fog, and dreams are born alone, like a child in the street. I cry out of shame, because that seems to be the only sound that travels.