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Nov 22
poem 2 comments
SoftlyFallingSnow

an old Elsa dress

Once upon a time,

you were a tiny thing 
never ever took off that Elsa dress
or your headband either.

Once, 

you cut your hair 
so short 
that there was enough to donate
and looked like a different girl
because of it.

Once,

you didn't care how you looked
and wore whatever fit the temperature.
Beauty was a pleasant idea to you.

Once,


you were plain old you.
you didn't care what they thought.


But now?
you're all
computers and
ponytails
and cute dresses.

Where did that little 5-year-old girl 
who never took off her Elsa dress go?

 

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Cherry lollipop
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Posted: 11.22.20
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  1. NiñaEstrella
    Nov 22, 2020

    I LOVE this. It’s beautifully relatable.

    “If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.”
    ― Oscar Wilde

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  1. SoftlyFallingSnow
    Nov 23, 2020

    Thank you!
    It's about growing up and changing, not necessarily for the better. It's also actually me talking to myself :P

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