When your little you believe that all the fairytales are true,
That when you get older a handsome prince is going to marry you.
You will live in a palace with a huge closet filled with every kind of dress,
No one could tell you different because you wouldn’t believe any less.
Once you were a bit older those dreams started falling apart,
You didn’t meet any princes just a lot of boys who broke your heart.
The dresses girls wore were not like those ones you dreamed at all,
They were not long and flowing, they were just extremely short and small.
Girls were not automatically your best friend; they were usually just cruel,
You soon hated shopping, yourself and especially going to school.
Eventually the dresses, palace and your prince became a thing of the past,
And all your hopes of your dreams coming true soon diminished fast.
Soon all of it was forgotten and you just tried to make it through each day,
The dreams of your fairytale coming true were completely thrown away.
Even as you get older you should still dream just as a child would
Maybe that’s where people go wrong, they accept less than they should.
Life is hard but in the end what you regret most is the chances you didn’t take,
Remember your life turns out the way it does by the decisions that you make.
So what if the world isn’t always filled with joy and laughter,
That doesn’t mean that you can’t still have your happily ever after.
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