I want to be a princess,
no matter how childish it sounds.
I want to wear a tiara,
and be looked upon with awe.
But then again,
I am a princess.
To my father in heaven.
And he sees me as beautiful, and looks upon me with awe.
For he is my creator.
He sculpted me as I am.
He had me in his head,
before i was born.
He watched me grow up,
into the princess I am today.
He will love me always,
and think of me this way.
He even knows,
who my prince charming is even if I don't.
But sooner or later, he'll show me.
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