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He was dropping glass in front of me and I kept stepping on the shattered fragments but there was nothing I could do, I had to keep following him But my name is not Alice and this is not how I pictured Wonderland I never woke up from the nightmare that kept crawling into my pillow Wonderland was a dark hallway of ******** and I just stood there waiting for the lights to turn on while he was holding down the light switch By Chloe Elizabeth
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
Wonderland
He was dropping glass in front of me and I kept stepping on the shattered fragments but there was nothing I could do, I had to keep following him But my name is not Alice and this is not how I pictured Wonderland I never woke up from the nightmare that kept crawling into my pillow Wonderland was a dark hallway of ******** and I just stood there waiting for the lights to turn on while he was holding down the light switch By Chloe Elizabeth
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
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