When Nate worries about my asthma

I feel like Alice.

I finally stopped falling but I’m more lost than ever.  I’m willing to give any door a try at this point but I’m either too big to enter or too small to reach the key.  I don’t fit.  So I sit here and cry.  And I’m afraid if I opened the door I’d only find another world I didn’t understand.  I can’t get my bearings in a land where Rabbits carry pocket watches.  The waistcoat wasn’t a problem, but the watch? Curiouser and curiouser.

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