

AliceWe're far from wonderland now.Alice
Hair like straw now, clothes shredded from our twisted path, and what soon lies ahead.
Down the rabbit hole we go. Time is not a problem here, or there, or anywhere. This is all your time. In your darkest moments, join us here... Follow our distorted rabbit, this is your home, as much as ours.
Here we welcome you, to our wonderland. Opened only to tortured souls and devoured hearts. Come child come, become one of us. Let me show you the way. Tail of tales, the stripes of mine never lie. With a grinning face, let me introduce you to the family.


ComfortSo it feels..Comfort
As if the sideline, is my comfort. My desire to be out only brings me discomfort. These wasted moments, aren't so much of a waste as I expected. Perceived, I finally recognize this minor calling, which many I have cared for have experienced with me. The time begins so peacefully, so naturally. It grows and grows then comes to an end, just like all things do. The love I show to them, brings a sense of comfort. In this sense of comfort I have given them a gift. This gift, awareness that they are really cared for. I miss the sidelines, where all I have to do is not show affection and every


Going of the top of my Mind.Little by little, I. Listen to the way it sounds, so calmly, so softly. The wind blows, so gently. It's touch, so soothing and taming. I, ponder why. We can't learn, to listen to the rhythm of life.Going of the top of my Mind.
Let the wind blow, let the waters flow. Take a deep breath, let the moment last forever.
Trying to keep in touch with, nature an surroundings, so calming, so lovely.
I hope, just hope. That one day, we'll all learn to live in happiness. Such a foolish thing, to want, but..
A desire, so bland an dull. But so beautiful. Their is soo much to see here, that we take for granted. The


S.T.A. Liar.Where to begin where to begin, all beginings are hard to start. Finishing is always easy...S.T.A. Liar.
He's so calm at what he does, that silver tongued liar. His procedures are a mess, the mistake of trying to be an angel. These lies keep building up on him. Hope for angels in humanity, and this is what you get.
Liars liars and more liars, only to exceed. A place in whch is not rightfully theirs, but still they proceed. Furthering on their quest only to take what they can from you. Not everyone knows their place, most never will.
Times like these, tears and fears are a waste of
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