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Is this the day I run out of
Good bad luck?
Keeping out of harm,
But driving myself close,
Is not healthy.
I know.
But it's the only way I know,
And all I know,
Is how to live in the blur,
In the no-man's land where life and death meet,
Not quite sure which side I'm on,
But always on the edge,
And always yearning to cross one way or,
The other.

— The End —