The story
The quiet house feels one breath away from breaking.
He stands on the porch where the screen door keeps tapping, listening to the night press in from the dark yard. Every small thing feels too loud—the chair, the steps, the space inside waiting behind him—and he cannot tell whether he is about to run back in or bolt into the black.
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Lyrics
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