And so she wished away.

One more time.

Upon the stars and skies above.

And she waits.

Still holding on to the hopes that keeps her alive.

And waits.
And waits.

For God to finally give the answer.
To the crossword puzzle.
The four letter word you supposed to show her.

So she waits.

And she becomes really good at waiting.

And that is a sad thing to be good at.

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