Dead Ends

11:20 AM

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Let's measure her thirst in flowers, as the ocean between you and me grows. Eventually she'll stop crying (because no one can cry forever) and she'll drink up her salty tears and cry them again. As time goes on (what is time?), you'll find this tea party is for the wicked and the disturbed. Madness goes tick tock and scrapes your outer cocoon to reveal the soft, vulnerable caterpillar inside. This is turning to war: your Wonderland is a dead end. 

Now how are we going to get you out of this hellhole?

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