WONDERLAND
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They said I was crazy for believing in a world like that. A world where everyone was gone. But we're all broken. If not... then we wouldn't be searching for something to cover that hole in our hearts. Some of us cover it up with drugs, razor blades, music. For me it was my imagination. I believe they thought I was insane. I was sent to the crazy hospital. But that didn't help. It made me feel like a alien. They made me feel like I wasn't worth saving. They saved everyone else. But I guess I wasn't worth it. I felt alone and worthless. I felt like a threat. I felt vulnerable and scared. But they didn't care. They will never understand. That's why I believed. I believed in a world where it was okay to be different. Once I finally arrived. I realized my mistake. "It'll drive you crazy." they said. "But oh, don't worry... only the best people are." They said, their dull eyes staring at me while they had a grin on their faces.
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