The story
He keeps showing up to the same ache.
He moves through the same routine as if repetition can keep the hurt quiet: the morning, the drive, the work, the night that comes around again. Every day asks for the same smile, the same nod, the same pretending, but the empty space underneath it never changes. He knows the hardest part is not the leaving — it is what waiting has already taken.
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Lyrics
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