Be careful, you are not in Wonderland. I've heard the strange madness long growing in your soul, in your isolation, but you, fortunate in your ignorance, you who have suffered, find where love hides, give, share, lose, lest we die unbloomed.
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I have become torn between the idea of reality and the idea of perfection. The reality and the illusion mean nothing to me, now... only the ideas of the two.