i have strange memories of alice in wonderland and the wizard of oz
i don't quite know how to put it in words so that you may understand what their significance is to me. maybe they don't even mean anything more to me than just stories that i enjoy reading. but i think it runs deeper than that. the yellow brick road and those red shoes, cheshire cat and the tea party, it boggles me when i dream about it all.
entirely vivid and real, in HD colour and all that stars and stripes
i wish i was stronger than this, i keep falling to where i can't fix what went wrong
and each time i go into that dark place, i can't help thinking "what's there to stop history from repeating itself?"
perhaps secretly, i like to be hurt.
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