The story
He keeps some wounds behind a locked screen.
He opens a private story like it’s a porch light left on for one person, posting the day in fragments nobody else gets to keep. Between the filtered smiles and the waiting replies, he leaves the real trouble off-screen, where it sits in the dark and keeps his hand on the phone.
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Lyrics
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