The story
She keeps smiling like it might hold the night back.
She flashes a grin that feels pasted on, bright enough to fool the room and maybe herself. The smile keeps showing up in the middle of small, sharp things she won’t name, until it starts to look less like joy than a shield. By the end, the crack in it is there, and she keeps smiling anyway.
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Lyrics
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