Sep 2013
My mind;
it's like a dark wonderland.
With rabbits and hatters who lend you their hand. Into the cold Forrest.
Past the thick leaves,
and into the rose bushes that cut me.
Learning not to cry;
trying not to care
I keep following the Hatter and hare.
My world is a wonderland tainted black.
I went down the rabbit hole,
but I'm never coming back.
it's like a dark wonderland.
With rabbits and hatters who lend you their hand. Into the cold Forrest.
Past the thick leaves,
and into the rose bushes that cut me.
Learning not to cry;
trying not to care
I keep following the Hatter and hare.
My world is a wonderland tainted black.
I went down the rabbit hole,
but I'm never coming back.
A kind of feeling in my world lately it seems everyone's a bit messed up with their own problems I know I am
(Minnesota)
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