The Difference

We talked about
all the worst moments
and what made them
that way

and I admitted

not without
the small amount
of shame that
usually accompanies
these moments

that there is a lot
I can’t remember.

And some
I choose
not to.

And for as long
as I live and
breathe through
this stitched up body

I swear you will
never know
the difference.
~1/4/17

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