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Part 3: Glass Princess

Be a princess glass and break to the touch.

Be fragile and dependent.

Being hurt and break you into pieces falling.

Stay on the ground looking around as everything runs its course, as nobody cares to see you broken on the ground, wounded, as one who loved and left you only a moment to get interested. Knowing that you can not be repaired. No glue join your parts leaves everywhere. You know you've fallen and can not stand up because you're broken, because you're not a rag doll seamable, are glass and you've done pieces, thousands of pieces.

And then these hands appear, raise up, these hands are warm and rough, not knowing why you feel you are hands that saved you, why are not soft? Maybe you're not the first princess glass soil those hands picking up each and every one of those pieces. You've always known that there are many like you, wounds, who knows if the one who broke you, the broken them, you may be so, and that these hands that lift you engaged to collect all these pieces, to unite them all. You're not after all the only one who suffers, the only one that is broken, you're not alone in your type though you what you have told that person a thousand times, but also common are because each and every one of those princesses glass along with you they are different. They all have something that makes them special.

Those hands take you to another place, transport you gently, as if they wanted to protect you from all evil in the world. Like you're important for those hands, maybe you are, but for him all the princesses that has raised are special, different from the previous one, each has a place in your heart that is so large that it can house hundreds, thousands and millions of them.

You placed on a surface, it is solid, nothing soft, is like his hands, unexpected, and as it is unexpected surface is unexpected what comes next, you go to a warm place, the heat of a furnace, the flames to your around beautiful crimson flames with golden hues and orange as the sun melt your material of which you are composed. You know you're going to melt, but do not feel afraid, you can not feel pain because the warmth is beautiful and the beauty of the flames keeps you distracted observation.

Then those hands take the surface you were on, you pour into a mold and with those hands you are giving form. You can feel and know why their hands are rough like that, it is because he has worked with enduring love that warmth that causes sores on their hands and burns, but loves his job, and his creations. Now you're a new princess crystal formed by hands full of love, you are ready to see the face of him who created you.

Look at your perfect form,

you are beautiful, you do not have defects,

not more pieces, no more cracks,

no more of that ugliness that the cruel fate has given you.

The good fate has loved you.

You are a true princess glass will not fall off a ledge.