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I cried in the fitting room


I went wedding dress shopping Tried on so many pretty dresses I had the 4 most important people with me As I walked into the first dress shop I stopped I was shaking I couldn't breath I was seeing stars What's going on? Why do I feel so light? I brush it off I go for the first dress I try it on I look into the mirror And I start to cry Not because I fell for the dress But because I wasn't alone I had involved my family Is this really happening Am I actually going to marry someone Am I actually going to go through with this? I thought I was always ready But then I thought more I was always alone Every step of the way This time as I open the door I see my family, I'm not alone I remember the man I'm going to marry I won't ever be alone anymore As we leave And go to a new shop I try one a few more dresses But this one dress It cought my eye I didn't look like a little girl anymore I looked grown As I examine myself I look to the side and see my soon to be My eyes widen and tears begin to fall This was my dress This was the key I've been searching for This is the first step into a new life I found my dress that day I found the door to my future
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