when i was a young girl i always dreamed that one day i would get to wear a big dress. the fanciest most princess dress that could ever be bought. With a sweet-heart neckline, a long train, and a big bow at the back. But as i grew older, that dream faded, and the dress got tighter, less princess-like, and shorter. Now i dream of lace, wrapped around my neck with buttons all down my back, with the dress stopping above the knee. my dreams of that perfect day have faded into everything that is out of the ordinary. they have become fixated on that person rather than that dress. they have become situated on the value of that one special occassion that once involved a big drss. the materialistic that once brought me such great fantasy now brings me great sorrow.
when i think about it today, the dress is green. green brings out my eyes. i think they will like me in green.
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