The story
He knows some things are better kept separate.
He sits at the table with the plate in front of him, eyes on the side of the meal that never quite belongs on top. Around him, the room feels built from small rules and old habits, where want has to wait and pride does the talking. He reaches for the sauce anyway, knowing the first dip changes everything.
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Lyrics
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