Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

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Her dreams were smothered in black rubble, and, as she slowly ambled through the boulevard, Anna realized just how ephemeral everything was. She looked around, eyes glazed over whilst taking in the bleary surroundings.
One choice was all it took. She felt her heart clench, closed her eyes, tight, pressed her hands to her chest--anything-- to make it stop.
 Anna dropped to the floor. It was cold. Icy. And, as she slowly felt the last of her sanity slipping away into pandemonium, she let out a sorry laugh. She realized the irony of this; her, here, alive, real, standing in this derelict boulevard of broken dreams.
Her dreams.