I came here to see if I left any dreams behind. I opened the door hoping to be greeted by my lost motivation, instead an ocean of tears poured out pushing me back. I should have turned away, but I didn’t.

The walls, covered in my sorrow and I can’t take a step without trampling on my childhood traumas. The windows, painted black and sealed shut to keep any joy from coming in.

The secrets I left in the drawer were rotten. The stench made my eyes water. I shut the drawer once again, this time locking it and tossing the key, still the aroma haunts me.

I came here to recover any dreams, any hopes, anything that I may have left behind. I see now that all I left here are the things that should never be brought into my future, so I leave them here locked away in the past.

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