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i don’t make a lot of sense, i try to weave stories but the meanings get lost along the way, without a trail of breadcrumbs to lead them back to sanctity

Difference-

2 min readAug 11, 2025

before you read difference, allow me to preface this by admitting i have been in a slump, and this is the first real and raw thing to come out for the slump, it’s very unedited and 100% not my best work, but there is still beauty in my truth, even the ones i refuse to admit to myself.

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to forget you would be sinful

a lie forged by my lips

the same that put up a weak fight against

the torrent spill of letters that never fail to

spell out your name

the same wind i pray will blow away our memories only sing your song,

making leaves dance the same way we did, under the nectarine lights

to a christmas song in march

because who are we, if not different

i can’t stand the time apart

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so i sit in the coffin built,

tirelessly,

with my own bare hands,

hours on end, created by my own destruction

because who am i, if not wanting difference

i wish for change

like a ten pence coin, 10 days, hours minutes or seconds more

to remain as we were

without the ultraviolet bruises on our chests

and the walls built at my behest

how i wish we got it right

it could all have been,

different.

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i don’t make a lot of sense, i try to weave stories but the meanings get lost along the way, without a trail of breadcrumbs to lead them back to sanctity