The story
She breaks under fluorescent light and keeps working anyway.
She stands at the kitchen counter with one hand on a glass and the other on the edge, staring at the mess she can't pretend away. The room holds the silence of what was said and what was left unsaid, and she keeps moving through it, shoulders tight, while the crying starts where nobody can see it.
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Lyrics
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