Rabit
she fall's into the rabbit hole filled with fear. Filled with endless thoughts her mind is like an endless tunnel. The tunnel keep's going and going on like an endless song. Filled with wrongs and right but what is wrong and what is right? an illusion almost nonexsistent to the naked eye.
Copyright © Manda Reid | Year Posted 2015
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