Poetry…
Open up to a new level of insanity,
hark the ramblings of a hatter,
sad, apparently never the matter,
he was born this way,
it was the price we had to pay,
the truth he was saying all along…
Wow. I really like this. This happens so often; the things we take as insane or crazy that others say, we never know are true until we see them happen for ourselves. Very great write. Good indeed!
wicked
oh wow, he was born that way.
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