I rarely share the memories I'm
celebrating.
My brand of nostalgia can at times be
quite degrading,
Like the time my friends thought I
broke my hand masturbating,
and what happened after that
conversation went south.
Sarcasm's sweet blood still tastes in
the back of my mouth.
So before you start throwing around
buzzwords like “verbal violence”
Remember that I chose these friends,
who'd be sooner wrong than silent.
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