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Alice in Wonderland

You and Mrs. Jones have a thing going on, and I was just your rabid concubine on the side, following you into the rabbit hole just to be stuck in Wonderland… Wonderland, your rotting empire with decaying labriynths covered with moss and fungi. The walls of your deviated septum are the gateway to a scorned and confused soul, that I happened to unlock, waiting for the truth to unfold.

Mr. Rabbit, i’ve pleaded for you to let me in. No matter how I have tried to fill the vacancy that resides in your chest, my efforts are meaningless. No matter how much I let you guide me across the crossroad, we continue to drown. Was all of this worth the trip?

I followed you because I trusted you, not the silver spoon that you desperately shove into your nose, inhaling poison. What happened to the innonence that I once saw before me? My leader? The one who I refused to listen to but was always positively right about the path I was trodding on as I gyrated my hips along the way, pretending to be the untameable, foul beast, that I wasn’t? Where did my guardian go? Mr. Rabbit, oh my, such long claws you have, the better you can rip my heart to shreds because you can’t fathom your own misery and your own stupidity, that you have so happened to bring me along this ride with you, just for you to reverse all this shit back on me? Does my presence really make you that miserable? Would you prefer for me to run back to where I belong? I ran with you because I was a foolish child blinded by curiousity and adventure, mesmerized by your agenda that I just had to tag along. Am I annoying you now? Or are you upset because I’m just as lost and confused as you are?