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Posted to Action Poetry

If my soul could pause
and not exist, suspend, divert.
Not live, not die
Not sleep, not cry,
have nowhere, to hide.
I could digest, regret and defecate
the feelings that amount, destroy
since I was just a boy
that grew to realize,
the emptiness of life,
meaningless journey
that can't be paused, just ended.