down we go

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i look into the rabbit hole
the swirling depths could swallow me whole
and as i peer over the edge
i seem to trip and fall off the ledge

i tumble down and all around
objects are flying down to the ground
i twist and turn to change my fate
not wanting to fall right on my face

but soon i see i have not fallen
instead i float like a speck of pollen
as if a piece of paper; dropped
i land quite softly and i stopped

my eyes wandered around the space
it was neat and tidy; nothing out of place
my legs started moving towards a big mirror
compared to its size, i felt quite inferior

the objects around all seemed to get bigger
putting emphasis on my petite little figure
without any leverage my confidence faltered
i don't want to be down here for any longer

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