It's gone. It's all gone, and I can't get it back! I can't think of Oz or they might hurt me again, and I can't find it! IT'S GONE! It's never coming back, we can't go back, please don't let them hurt me again.
I'm not wicked. Goodness knows, I am not wicked. I can't be wicked. No one mourns the wicked, I don't want to be alone.
I feel so tired. I should probably get some rest, at least in my dreams I can be safe.