As she closed her eyes she imagined her life before her

Her eyes were bowed down in defeat, in weakness

She reminisced on what she had lost, what she had gained

To the world, she seemed to be the kindest, most sweetest girl

But in reality, she lived in a deep hell

She was mangled by her mind, a prisoner of her own body

One day she found her faith

It was her solace and she clung to it for dear life, for it was the realest thing she knew

She closed her eyes yet again, but this time she stopped, looked up, and a wave

of warmth renewed her soul and brought back the smile who had been longing for

its home back on her face



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