She sang to stay alive. Not for applause, not for dreams of glittering stages, but to drown out the growl of an empty stomach and the crack of doors slamming in the dark. A child alone with a guitar and the cold, bargaining with fate in melodies no one heard. Every song was a secret rebellion, every chorus a plea not to disap… Continues…
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