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Don’t let them know
Look up towards the sky, look up now. What are you doing among the dusts and the ashes? Why is your face unwashed and clothes tattered? What have you become? What happened to that strong lady who would withstand anything? How, just how did love reduce you to this crying mess? Look at me, beautiful lady, have you seen the dimples on your face and the sparkle in your eyes? Look into the mirror, below that grime on your face, what do you see? I see a beautiful lady, a woman who makes heads turn and knees tremble, don’t let them know, don’t let them know that you are broken. How much will it cost you to stand up and dust yourself, to close your eyes to the past and open up for the future? All i am asking from you is to stand up and walk. Don’t give the world a chance to laugh at you and scoff at your ‘vain beauty’. Don’t let the infidels scoff at your tears and look at you with spite when you traverse the streets. Don’t let the man responsible walk around gloating and banging his chest about how he crushed you and left you in the garbage pit. Cry though, i shall not take that from you, but don’t do it in the market place or in the milk parlour. Don’t walk with red eyes all over the streets for the rich and the beggars to see. Lock yourself in the bathroom, go to the dry river bed and cry yourself to sleep. Go to the moon or even in the heart of the storm. Don’t let them know that you are broken.
Show the world just how strong you can be, show them the scars they thought they had inflicted on you were nothing, you never fell off your pedestal. Show them your pride they never pricked and never will. Be the hope to the little ladies who nurse broken hearts every day. Light the path for all those who have given up on love and its wild enchantments. Stand up, pick yourself from the dusts and start walking again. Don’t let them know, don’t let them know you are broken.

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