Sarari doesn't tell these stories. She's the one they happened to.

You'll see the same face on every upload. Same black sweater, same unlit room, same look she gives right after deciding not to say something. One woman, one year she'd rather not walk through again, and a song for every room she got quieter in.

She got very good at taking up less space. Folding herself smaller. Learning which version of her was easier to love, and keeping that one. By the time anyone noticed, there wasn't much left to ask for.

These songs are what she didn't say out loud.

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