My stomach wasn't like this before.
My stomach was the neutral thing.
My stomach wasn't this much of a lake creature.
My stomach was a soft, balanced thing.
My stomach wasn't this sharp before.
My stomach didn't cut me open.
My stomach didn't make me hurt.
My stomach was the one keeping me yellow.
My stomach now loves too much of red thing.
My stomach now loves too much of sour and spicy thing.
My stomach now, I cannot blame her.
My stomach now, is all my fault.
My stomach will not understand my evil intention.
My stomach will cry in joy.
My stomach will end up having party in my mouth.
She loves pinkish shade, like a tongue.