You think I'm crazy, you think I'm gone
~Mad Hatter, Melanie Martinez
I can't remember anything.
Just snow.
Lots, and lots of snow.
I've never seen snow... but I can remember what it is.
It's white, whiter than anything I've ever seen. And it sparkles in moonlight. If the moonbeams hit the flakes just right, they look like diamonds. But those diamonds melt away into water, and water is only able to quench thirst.
I don't have thirst.
I have nothing but what They have told me.
The woman with the white hair tells me I've always been special. She tells me I am meant for more than what I am.
But if I am already nothing, how can I be worth something?
All I know is that I do what I am told, and I get rewarded.
Sometimes those rewards are materialistic.
Other times, it's not.
But Mary keeps me company, even if our relationship is... complicated.
You see... Mary is who obeys... Mary is who I am not.
And yet, according to the White Haired Woman, I am Mary.
But she is wrong. I am Marina. Mary is Mary.
We are two people, and yet everyone around me thinks we are one. We are not. We are just Marina, and Mary. Passive, and aggressive.
Light, and dark.
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