I'm going to get marriedI'll be a lovely bride
My veil trailing me in white
My chosson by my side.
I'm going to have children
I plan for five or six
And maybe one trailing behind
Or twins thrown in for kicks.
I'm going to be a mother
You'll see, I'll be one soon
For now, I'm just a caterpillar
Trapped in her cocoon.
And all my friends are butterflies
Fluttering about
Brightly showing off their spots
While I'm starting to doubt
Everything.
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