The story
She keeps the grin while the hurt keeps knocking.
She stands in the middle of a hard day with a smile she can wear like armor, letting the world think she is fine. The cracks show in the quiet between the bright face and the private ache, and every time she lifts her chin, it looks less like victory than survival.
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Lyrics
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