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wonderland


Closed wounds open again

Salt piled high as Everest.

Calling out, "Why, Why do you do this to yourself?"

You're better than you think

Wondering where all the time you spent with them went

Wondering what's true

What's a dream

Calling while falling down the everlasting hole they call

Wonderland

The closure they couldnt feel until today

The reality of not knowing what happens to the minds of young souls

Wonderland

The place to get away

No worries about life, 

Just how you're going to get home

Calling friends, Faces

No reply.

Lying there in a deadly haze

They wonder if she'll ever get up

If she is stuck in the daze

How much longer can she survive down there?

As the Griffin pulls out its wings, she soars

Taken from us

Wonderland no more

Now she sees the world as a tourist

She fills the night sky with her melodies of destruction,

Sweet like the siren song

Only to find 

Her compassion

Genuinallity

But more importantly

Herself

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