I feel a strong kinship
To the remorseful killers I meet
If we could take it back
We would
We would unload the gun
Or look at ourselves and laugh
Knowing how much worse it could be
And we would be so thankful
To have another chance to live
Without the malignant, tugging ghost
Of our own creation
Try listening to the sounds of the ocean. There's peace in there somewhere.
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