Spiraling out of Control

Down the Rabbit Hole I Go

Photo by Nicole Baster on Unsplash

I tried chasing Alice again
She giggled and laughed
Talking shit behind my back

I tried to be sympathetic
She was abused
I know she won’t forget it

She stays trapped in her childlike dress
Who does she hang out with
The Gorgeous Mess

We despise each other
But do we really
Here’s a theory

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Lyrical Prose molds my soul. Journey that led me to the Gorgeous Mess of Chaos that you see. One with God. I am merely a vessel. I am authentically me. Broken.

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