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Wonderland this way...


The door is closed It's quiet in here The only sounds Are my shallow broken sobs And the soft splat Of my tears as They fall against The hardcover of My book Alice never had To deal with The yells and screams As her parents held Yet another verbal Boxing match that Would go on For 30 rounds Until the front door Slams Signaling His departure Alice didn't know What it was like To sit in her Room alone with Her hands clamped tightly Over her ears To try to muffle the sounds Of Their shouts I wanted to Be like Alice To wander off To wonderland Running happily after The rabbit and jumping Down the rabbit hole I wanted to talk With the Mad Hatter And the March Hare And this young Girl who wanted To be like Alice found Herself stuck in the Terrible confines of a nightmare Damned to repeat it Until someone Comes to rescue her Save her and Mom From this Hell They were Living in Someday Someday Soon She'd escape To her own Wonderland Her and her mother And they'd live Happily there Until the ends Of time...
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KiannaYoung

I like to write short stories and poetry. 'Nuff said.

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