She stares out the window straight in front of her
There is no looking back
No tears of resentment
Just hope
Hope that her future brings more to her
Than the past left in her wake
Clutching onto a flicker of promise
Praying she will find the strength
Terrified of facing
The inevitable
She holds tight to a glimmer of faith
In Herself
It has gotten her this far
 
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