Me: "When I first came to this country,
the words that came to me were
Belong to Nowhere. Son of Life."
Guide: "Find a new mantra. Something to root you."
Me: "I can't say that things are good
without being sarcastic
about celestial fairies
smiling rainbows of poop."
Guide: "Take it out of your system.
Be as obnoxiously saccharine as you can."
Me: "Alright, I will give it a try.
"I have decided to make my life a prayer to joy."
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