Most say fear my roar.
I say fear my tears.
I feel as if I have nothing left.
So now these tears have suffocated me.
They have pulled me too deep into the abyss.
I faltered in all of my attempts to save myself.
There is no one to save me.
No one to cure me.
No one to care about me.
I have fallen too deep into the rabbit hole.
I am no Alice nor Mad Hatter.
I am the smoke in the Caterpillar's hookah.
I am the Cheshire Cat's disappearing smile.
I am Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum's fading friendliness.
I am the withering flower garden.
I can no longer stand these everflowing tears.
They shall never end.
They always come back.
I shall drink the elixir and hope for the best.
Whether it will make me shrink,
Or perish and be no more but a corpse in front of the door.
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