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The girl who fell down the rabbit hole....

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Spinning and spinning, my life from now to beggining is gaining on me.
Running, I'm running, from something, from something, I cannot hide.
Then I fall, fall, fall, down the rabbit hole in my soul.
Pianos and book shelves, tea time, and doormouse, I cannot help but fall in love with my misery.

Complacency in the depths of this sea.
I grow so tired of fighting the endless road.
Keep turning the pages, and watch my story unfold,
The girl who fell down the rabbit hole and never grew old.
I laid on your windowsill, listening to the stories you told about me.
I grimaced and curled up as I heard that you doubted me.
I didn't know how to feel. I didn't know if I was even real to you…or if I was the girl you never knew.
Pixie dust on us has turned into red rusting on our wings.
We try to replace all the love that we've lost with hopeless things.
We lose all our happy thoughts to the pirates who clip our wings, and forget our songs yeah we forget how to sing.
But that's alright, the stories not over, pages are left, just keep on turning, watch it unfold, stories of old and new forming infront of your eyes. The pictures they move, just like your soul begins to sour over the moon and you see a whole new world in front of you.

But this is the tale of the girl that fell down the rabbit hole and never grew.
I wrote this from a spur of the moment idea about the proverbial adventure I've taken through illness and addiction, abuse and failures...but I am strong and I remain. Truth is, nobody really fails...we just fall and get back up again. Sometimes, it's only a stumble. But what matters is we stand tall again and keep moving.
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