difference

It would feel like any other day.
The day you felt the difference.

And it became so scary saying it out loud.
Like it is somehow more real if you do. And you come to realize it’s true.

It’s like all of our secrets come tumbling out of a jacket pocket.
You would look at me, and your face would tell me you knew what it felt like to be me.
Because we felt the same.

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