To Rafat, never stop being crazy.
Her mask of happiness
Is starting to melt
The stars in her eyes
Are losing their twinkle
And her crown of flowers
Is withering and dying.
Her sorrow, is beginning
To drip, through
The cracks in her lips
And, loneliness
Has begun to fall out
Every time she laughs.
Her eyes have become cages
And, a waterfall
Of memories
Are escaping through
The bars of the cages.
The green leaves
On the tips of her fingers
Are turning brown
And crumbling to dust
And her twinkling gown
Has turned into
Rags made of heartache.
Her ruby encrusted slippers
No longer fit
And her diamond studded earrings
Are nowhere to be found.
Her mask of happiness
Has slipped away
And, like Cinderella at midnight
She became
Her sad old self once again.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
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Thanks, sweetheart. ❤
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You are always welcome 🙂
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Eager to know your thoughts on my new post. 🙂
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I want to read the rest now!
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Coming soon 🙂
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Poignant,yet beautifully penned. 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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Very nice – thank you! 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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Thanks alot, baby :* 😊😊😊
Love you loads ❤
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Welcome, sweetheart. :*
Love you, too! ❤ ❤
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You write well girl. 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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Very thought provoking
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Thank you, Robyn. 🙂
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Damn, girl! Now you went and made me all teary… Sigh…
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Haha. 😀
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I simply cannot get enough of Miss Book Thief’s writing. Her work touches my heart.
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Thank you so much. Your comments always make me smile. 😀
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Beautiful. I love this.
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Thanks, Andrew. 😀
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We wear the mask for as long as we can but eventually the Cinderella dream dies and the mask fades with it. There is a sadness here but I also see a great lesson: if we are ourselves and no longer apply masks, then we have nothing to regret. Beautiful writing 🙂
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Precisely. You eventually get tired of pretending.
Thank you, Thomas. 🙂
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You are kindly welcome, MBT! 🙂
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Call me Rupali. 😛 That’s my name. 😀
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And what a great name it is…hello, Rupali 😀
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Thank you, Thomas. Hello to you, too. Again, haha. 😀
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It’s great to finally have a name to put to such beautiful work 😀
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You’re very kind. ^_^
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I love your writing style! It’s really good 😄
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Thank you so much. 😀
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If you want to collaborate one day let me know 😁
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Sure. 🙂 Are you on Insta, or facebook?
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Yeah I just followed you back on insta
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