The story
The storm is gone, but nothing dries out.
He stands under a cloudless sky, still soaked through, with boots heavy and shirt clinging like a bad memory. The road ahead looks clear, but every step carries the weight of what already hit, and the sun only makes the damage easier to see. He keeps walking anyway, wearing yesterday’s water like it never left.
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Lyrics
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