A friend remarked
On what I had thought
I had kept well hidden
All these years
He said that
I wore my past
Upon my face
So evidently
As to make me frightful
When I was angry
And dreadful
When I was sad
He asked whether I suffer
And I said no
But it lingers in the mind
From day to day
He asked me if I regret it
And I said
I would not exchange my lot
For any other
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