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I am lost in my own past and sins. In a world where there is no such thing as life or death. I swallow my own tears and sorrow in my own Corruption. I call this nightmare my wonderland. Everyone has one. There is no escaping it, even if you think you have, there is always something deep down inside of you; It could be light...It could be dark...
We all have a wonderland. Some more aware of it than others. Some live in it. I do. Lost in my own Corruption, I try to break free of my curses, but it's no use. What is your Wonderland?
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