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If I decided to destroy my life,

eviscerate my conscience, tear apart

the star-crossed pathways firing day by day

at every burgeoned sentence, each new start,

I could not even trigger-pull a gun,

load up each chamber, pull that safety switch

before I reconciled my thoughts and facts

to each disgruntled impulse, would-be twitch.

But as I say this, knowing it untrue,

so cognizant of how this thing would be

were I to boldly strike out on this path,

I know the truth, were I to think this through;

in every action of such moment made,

the mind encompassed not all things that fade.