The story
She keeps swiping for a face that feels like home.
She moves through the screen-lit night, swiping past polished smiles and borrowed poses, looking for someone who knows the weight of a name like Missouri. Every profile feels a little too clean, a little too far away, until the bright promise of matching turns into the same old empty hand. She keeps going anyway, chasing a spark that might still be waiting on the other side.
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Lyrics
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