

SubmissionWhat is this madness, that brews inside me Unsettling and ripening, dissipating my sanity Inside of me, the only being Ive ever known was myself Now a new darker self comes forth to begin its reign The ink on the page spills my deepest fears Of losing control Of losing grip Of not recovering Yielding to myselfSubmission
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♥♦Alice ●° in °● Ponderland♠♣
Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips,
and the sun is like a toy balloon.
There are get up in the morning glories,
in the golden afternoon.
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♥♦Alice ●° in °● Ponderland♠♣
Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips,
and the sun is like a toy balloon.
There are get up in the morning glories,
in the golden afternoon.
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