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The mirror had always called Snow White the fairest. Snow White had loved it dearly and had carried it with her even after getting married to the Prince. She would rarely ask it 'Who is the fairest of them all' like the evil queen did, but she loved it dearly because it always spoke the truth. The mirror thus stayed in the family even when Snow White gave birth to her daughters. There were four of them and all of them were beautiful. Three of them were however, unlike Snow, quite obsessed with the way they looked.  Whenever they asked the mirror the classic question ,that had been asked time and again ,'Who is the fairest of them all?' ,the mirror would choose the youngest daughter who had never even cared about how she looked and was just as fair as the others were or perhaps even a little less beautiful than they were. The daughters tried to know what was so special about the younger one. Amongst them, she was the one who cared least about how she looked. She wou

Her little bubble burst And out came reality. On all she trusts Remained little clarity. The bubble was filled  Of joys and happy endings Around her they chilled For a share of the sweet candy. The bubble gave her many best friends Who would praise her for whatever she was; Few who were but brutally frank Who wouldn't butter her up for all cost. But the bubble ,like it always does, burst When it reached the ground below. All the besties ran away first And left behind were the blunt fellows. She swore not to listen To the plain spoken who did not praise For she still believed she could glisten The bubble back to shape. She went as far as she could To live the lie which had but died. All that could be done she would For the luxury had taken toll on her mind. She would try to get back the bubble With all wrong tries, While the life she had had turned into rubble And reality for her had become a lie. So reluctant