The story
Small comforts hold what he cannot say.
He stands in a cheap room where the mini fridge hums and the silence gets louder by the hour. A cold drink, a leftover slice, and the glow from a little white box are all that keep him company while whatever he is avoiding waits outside the door. By morning, even the cold feels borrowed.
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Lyrics
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