My stomach twists
Like a bendy straw in the
Grasp of a little child
It churns when I think of how
Awful
I must be
Maybe if I went to someone
Spoke my thoughts out loud
Maybe if I went for a seven day walk
Like a Buddhist would
Maybe if I became Buddhist
It would be easier
Because Buddhists can't kill things
It's against their faith
The thing is
I don't have any.
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