The story
He stands where wanting and walking away split the road.
He reaches a fork in his feelings, one path still warm with the pull of staying, the other hard with the need to leave. The night hangs over him like a porch light over an empty yard, and he knows every step either way will cost him something he can’t name yet. He lingers there, listening to his own goodbye.
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Lyrics
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