There are edges, and then there are lines. And I have been on the open road for so long, I don't even remember when the two became blurred.
I will tell you something about lines and edges. They creep up on you. You walk, and the end beckons. But you don't stop. Because you can't. Because there's that mirage in front of you. The one you call hope.
I walk that line everyday. I watch the red blood fall from the edges. And I will tell you something else. Once you cross that line, once those edges come off...there is no coming back.
I inch closer to that line each day.
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