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I think I've done it again.

I took all my hopes, faith and love and put it in a place where I thought it would be safe.
It didn't work.

I thought I had all the pieces. Complete.
One piece was missing. An essential piece.

For the first time, yes the first time, I acually felt.. home.
I was so far far away.

I can honestly say, that I never, ever felt this way before. I never thought.. I was so close to "it".

An illusion, can be so easily misstaken. And suddenly, you find yourself in the cruelest of all places: Reality.

So.
What do I do?
What do I do, with the leftover-me?