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I was on a walk with two of my friends tonight. As we were walking I was talking with one friend "Patricia" and we were talking about opening a bed and breakfast in Ireland, and saving up so we could start a bakery/antiques/bookstore and meet a nice Irish man in a band. My other friend "Jahosephette" said that something will get in the way of our dream and we won't be able to make it. I walk alone. I walk alone. I am not heard. I don't know how to be heard. Nobody helps me. Nobody notices. I dream of everything. Everything crushes those dreams into shards of broken glass. I walk alone. I walk alone. I see the birds and the bees everywhere I look. I see glazed eyes. I see achievements. I see smiles. I see posers. I walk alone. I walk alone. The sky is falling, chickens run. Mist blocks the mountains. The mountains block my view. Something will come along and shatter my dreams, like my achilles heel. I walk alone. I walk alone. Doubts are placed in my head. Who do I turn to? I walk alone. I walk alone. I see green moores, I see grey fallen stone. I see sheep. I see cobblestone streets. I see pubs. I see beards. I see huge bodies of water. I see people in love staring at the Eiffle tower then gazing at their lover. I see hopeful people tossing coins into a fountain. Hoping to find that lost dream. I see ruins of the ancient world. I am alone. I am alone.