The story
She keeps moving before the hurt can catch her.
She leans into the next stride, taking each step as if distance can outpace what broke her. The road, the dust, and the steady rhythm under her feet turn into proof that she is still standing, even with the weight of yesterday riding close behind. She does not stop to look back, because slowing down would let the ache speak.
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Lyrics
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