Wonderland

Let them judge away, you weren't important to them anyway. When you needed them most, they had nothing to say. So what now? what's next? Just another pointless text? Let me guess? You haven't gotten a reply yet? They're busy? They fell asleep? The longer you repeat these excuses in your head, the longer you'll be painting the roses red. Your face is dressed in tears, you want to disappear? Well it's a good thing we're all mad here. Ha, here's a beer. Take my hand, welcome to what we call wonderland! 

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