Mad Hatter
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If Alice fell down once and went insane,
then I must be the Hatter, quite absurd.
If rabbit holes could turn one's thoughts inane,
my life must be a burrow, so I've heard.
i once thought madness was externally
Adored by all.
Loved by the light of day or during the dark of night.
Irreplacable if lost to time and endless wonder.
Calm even in the threat of danger.
Everything fell into place when she fell down that hole.
Abstract.
I feel as though all I am is all that is abstract. That everything that seems to be, merely
