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Illustration by Lai Zhi Yao Sr2ScE
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                                                                                                                                                Written by Yong Jie Xin Jr2Z(1)




                                                                                                                                                I grew up in a fantasy,

                                                                                                                                                Believing in Cheshire cats and magic.
                                                                                                                                                Thinking it was my destiny,
                                                                                                                                                To live a life, happy and romantic.




                                                                                                                                                I walked through forests of daggers,
                                                                                                                                                And danced with the mighty kings.
                                                                                                                                                I chatted with pixies and dragons,
                                                                                                                                                Saved the land and befriended rare beings.




                                                                                                                                                Once, I had tea with the Hatter,

                                                                                                                                                On a sunny summer afternoon.
                                                                                                                                                He told me about the realms getting stranger,
                                                                                                                                                And that I had to leave Wonderland soon.




                                                                                                                                                Suddenly, I felt a pain so deep,
                                                                                                                                                It hurt my heart, it hurt so much.
                                                                                                                                                It drained my soul, a wound so deep,

                                                                                                                                                Leaving me empty to the touch.



                                                                                                                                                Then, I awoke, surrounded by plain rooms,

                                                                                                                                                Dazed by the frames of my imagination.
                                                                                                                                                I do not belong to the shelves of tomes,
                                                                                                                                                For my life is just a boring non-fiction.








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