The story
He leans on memory, and memory keeps moving.
He stands in the middle of the damage, counting what held and what slipped away: a hand on his back, a borrowed light in the dark, the small mercies that got him here. The weight is still on him, but now he can feel how many times he was lifted without seeing it, and the silence after that kind of grace is the hardest part.
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Lyrics
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