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She leaned forward on her knees; the short dull blue carpet pierced her. Never letting her forget those words, she spoke to herself. Softly her short fingers intertwined, lying restlessly folded together. Her neck slightly bent, having her head weighing her forward, and her dark brown hair fell all over her face. She felt the back of her neck become tence, her eyelashes brushed together as she shut her eyes tight together.

Her slow sharp breathing echoed threw the large two-floored room. A heat dwelled on her back; she felt their piercing judgmental eyes of the goats secretly filling the chairs behind her, she still pictures their criticizing eyes. She was not going to let them destroy her just as they had many times before. At that moment she told herself she did not care what they thought, what they made of her. She felt comfortable and calm; she found her new place to hide.

Turning caught up in the moment of satisfaction, at that moment she prayed those words. Those words she has said many times before but now truly meant. Those words, which filled her heart. Those words she promised. Those words she knew now were real.

Her heart was slowly patched back together again. Carefully healing the mess, the mess others created; the mess others were to scared to touch, to scared to heal. She knew this moment was real. The tears dried from her soft pail skin, a slight grin appeared across her dry lips. Her hand lifted from where it lay feeling the smile that she was convinced was destroyed, just like the rest of her.

Her eye slowly opened scared this was not real, that she finally dreamed the ending to her confusion, disappointment and regrets. Realizing how worried she was to be disappointed again, she quickly squeezed her eyes shut. Feeling her face becomes tight, trying to hold back her tears. She finally let go, feeling a heavy pain hit her lit a truck, but she knew it was okay. Then she felt the salty tears hit her, her tongue slipped out tasting the thoughts she knew many times before. She thought to her self, use to the thought of rejection she tried to feel her knees, but the rough carpet took them over.

Finally, she opened one eye slowly; now ready to be disappointed again. However, she saw a beautiful cross, carved out of a dark wood, draped with flowers. The other eye quickly opened to see the beams of sunlight hitting the cross. She saw it all to be a very real and magical moment.

She slowly tried to recover her knees, but quickly feel to them again the short dull blue carpet pierced her skin. Softly her short fingers intertwined. Her breathing echoed threw out the room. Her head weighed her forward with her thick dark brown hair smothering her face. She quietly started to pray, finally felling complete, finally felling important, finally, feeling loved.