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My Wonderland Part 1
As I chase my rabbit, down my sanity's hole, the rabbits laugh intertwines with my soul. As I reach the bottom, there's nothing but darkness, the air is stale and sticky just a hint of harshness. My eyes adjust to the rabbits red glair, just staring was he, inside my mind somehow he's there. His smile was wicked, a toothless grin...I want to scream, I want to wake up but I know this isn't a dream. Then he leads me, down a long narrow hall, not once did he look back nor did he seem to stall. Upon a door we came across, when he finely turned around, talking loudly in screams but I never heard a sound. My legs begin to shake, my lips become dry, the cowerdness I felt in these tears I cry. The rabbit mutters a sound, the door suddenly opens (I'm scared), I hear the sounds of my parents, and people who never cared. I beg him please, please shut the door, in my eyes he stairs opening it more. I cringe I cower, I can't take this reality, tormenting me like this, with my own actuality. The door now opens, and darkness escapes, to resist is futile...everyone is to late. This darkness I see, from it escapes a eerie sound, cry's and whispers lurk, as my knees hit the ground. And I implore...
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