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Sep 2012
Today I walked past the house
The one of my dreams
The one that could have been ours.
It was always my first choice
But fate decided otherwise
Just another dream I had to toss.

Now other people are living there
Here goggling from across the street
I caught sight of their love and chairs.
They have made it their own
Coming back to it each night
The beautiful house they now call home.

I came to realize that I mourned
How hard it is to let go
Of something that was never yours.
Although in my heart of hearts
I once wished to call you mine
All I am always left with is hurt.

Today I walked past the house
The only one I dream of
The one that could have been ours.
In another lifetime perhaps
What belongs to me shall find me
And destiny will not set any traps.
Nicole Bataclan
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Nicole Bataclan  38/F/Berlin, Germany
(38/F/Berlin, Germany)   
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