The story
He leaves with dust on his heels and pride in his chest.
He walks out in cowboy boots that still know the floorboards, trying to look steady while every step says he is not. The room stays behind him with its quiet and its split-open want, and he keeps moving because turning back would mean seeing what he could not hold together.
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Lyrics
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