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Alice, the girl with a famous name, but colorless life, was breathing in, breathing out and doing a monologue. Nothing stood still, but her life.
"I hear rumors there is a wonderland for everybody, but I haven't seen any yet."
Her face sculptured from the hands of Lord was hidden under a mask created from the hands of ignorance. Her brain not sculptured at all, reflected empty words and empty acts. She knew nothing, but to show off. She aimed nothing, but a solid family. And when life shook her box, she dared to look out of it, for a second or two.
"If I try to do something by myself, would I find the wonderland easier that way?"
Poor Alice, the child of a voluntary parasite, voluntary parasite herself, dreamed to create another voluntary parasite. She didn't see the wonderland was inside her and all around her. It was inside those million words she never read, just after those steps she never took and right outside that box she never opened. The wonderland was in front of her, moving and changing, living and evolving, but a wall made out of a man has always blocked her view. Poor Alice, she believed that was life. She believed of a happiness leaking from the acts of someone else, and never knew she could be sailing a boat on her own happiness river.
And poor us, the ones that never teased her eyes with some light, we will never know her powers.
R.N.
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