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I want to be able to press pause
I want to make it all stop, only for a little while
I want to sleep for ten days,
I want to get sick of my bed,
I want to bury myself in blankets
Instead of dirt.
I wanna be able to press play
To start living again,
To start felling again,
To do stuff,
To get to places,
To get to people,
To live again.
But it all has been taken away from me,
Why did I play pause in the first place?
That's right, I did it,
Then why do I keep on wanting to press pause again?
I am avoiding the stop button,
Whatever it takes
I have to avoid the stop button,
The one who never lets me play again.
I did play pause,
I did stop it all but I can't let it stop,
I have to hold it,
Don't let go, keep holding
Even if your hands burn and are torn appart
Keep holding
Even if your brain is on fire
Keep holding,
Pause hurts me
Stop hurts others
Rewind makes me cry and smile, but it's always greener
Fast forward is unachievable
And play...
I want to press play
I want to want to press play.
Do I really want to?
Or will I just be suffering when life is playing
And also whenever I have to pause again?
It's just a matter of time
Before I throw this tape away.

This poem is about: 
Me

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