The story
She keeps the peace, then trims the edge herself.
She stands in a kitchen that already feels too small, looking at a cake meant to mark someone else’s big moment. While he hangs back and lets the work pile up, she steps in with the knife, the plates, and the smile that keeps the room from splitting apart. By the last slice, it’s clear she is doing his share too.
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Lyrics
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