The story
He loves hard and keeps the stain anyway.
He reaches for love like it is already a mess on his hands, something tacky that clings to the shirt and won’t wash out. Every close call leaves another mark, and he wears it in plain view, grinning through the damage. The trouble is not that he feels too little—it is that he cannot stop reaching for what leaves him worse.
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Lyrics
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