I wish to be like Alice. I dream to fall into another realm...
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
I dream to find such a place to call my own, where white rabbits run to late events, flowers talk, and doorknobs stop you from entering shrunken doors.
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