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Well, this is a dark dairy of mine where I pour out my feelings into every word. It's a strange blog but it's probably the best way to convey my feelings without being hurt.
I hope you don't find them too weird and with that, I wish you a fun time reading...

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Monday, February 20, 2017

The second best of everything.

Have you seen Alice lately?
I think she might have gone mad.
She baked her heart for valentine,
And talks to bunnies instead.

She threw herself into the groovy hole,
And made a silent deal with the Reaper.
Oh dear Oh dear my sweetest child,
It's too late now to stop her.

A bittersweet twinkle for the lady,
Is a thousand years of redemption.
Yet she knew it all too well for her happiness,
To hold the hands of a gregarious.

Now Now Darlings,
Don't shed a tear for this bitch.
A rotten heart for a Brooklyn boy,
Was just a Succubus's wish.

Haven't you heard about her lately?
She stripped for a couple coins.
Now Hatter couldn't love her back anymore,
The biggest blame was Choice.

Oh, how the tables have turned away.
Didn't life play itself on you?
Drink the bottles and grow high in love,
Eat the drugs that felt so undeserved.

The cruel intentions and a world full of lying souls.
"Which way I ought to go from here?"
It doesn't matter which path you took,
Somewhere, Anywhere  not here.

Alice my dear,
You don't have to fall into madness.
To sin for all the crimes in the world,
Just because you couldn't be Mad's favorite.

The Queen smoked a pot full of Blame,
Her Empress's cried for your shame.
Had she held your hands tighter Alice,
Would none of this foolish dream ever became?

It's perhaps time,
For her to leave this cunning game.
Shedding her last bit of despair,
A skinny love that was never proclaimed.

This lingering feeling in her head,
Was a dreadful ghost in her heart.
There's no soul to love you back,
Farewell now Wonderland,
She has finally given up.

Waking up from the Hallucinations,
Like everything was just a Psychedelic Sedation.
He took part of her soul away,
But removed half the pain as well.
Now everything seems to work hand in hand,
Why the fuck did Alice ever Dwell?

Hatter wasn't the epitome of perfect,
Nor one who repents for his sins.
But the worst feeling in the entire universe,
Is being the second best of everything.

— The second best of everything

With Love,
Wildest Wolf