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_{What is my imagination suffering with? Wonderland Syndrome is what mother has suggested}_

_{A few years have passed since the rabbit hole seemed open for use by mother. I wasn't born yet, obviously, but it felt like I had been there before. When she stirs the pudding and describes this place, it just feels...familiar. But what if it is?
For the past month or two, I've been suffering through hallucinations. A white rabbit twirling a pocket watch. A smile and button eyes staring at me from dark corners or alley ways.
This seems odd, yes, but what was ever the matter with Wonderland?}_