your mom loved Alice in Wonderland.
Your mom loved Alice in Wonderland, isn't it peculiar that I see myself in her? Tumbling down the rabbit hole, an unrealized self, landing in a realm of my thoughts, good and bad. Believing fate shaped it all, it was vibrant, storybook pop-up illustrations, and rhyming, dazzling prose. All along, it was me crafting everything into what it was. It was…
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