She shuts the door on the world, praying to a false god that she will be better when she opens up again.
She waits in her bed with her lips pursed, praying to anyone who hears that she will be loved again.
She cries herself to sleep everynight, praying that the arms she sleeps in don't wake up again.
She vanishes into the mirror ever so often, praying that one day she will be happy with what she sees again.
She lingers in the hallway usually in front of a door, praying aloud that she knew where she belonged again.
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