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She locks up all those tears on her bed. The door closed, so she's all alone. Half way through her sophomore year the pressures cut to the bone. Overwhelmed with a feeling she couldn't express. She paints red all over her fragile wrist. Did she think she'd be alright? Did she think she could live like this? So she prays to God to believe in trust, in hope, in life, in love.