The story
She keeps the proof on her phone, not in her hands.
She scrolls through the small, bright evidence of surviving what once broke her, saving each screen like a receipt no one else can see. The image stays clean and still while everything around it keeps shifting, and she holds it up against the next bruise, the next night, the next reason to doubt.
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Lyrics
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