Down the rabbit hole.

I am tricked by the light at the end of the tunnel. It teases me with its brightness, warmth, and gentle touch. The higher my hopes climb, the harder I fall, twisting and turning down to the bottom of the rabbit hole. I’m late, I’m late, I’m late…

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