The Half of Thirty-One

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Somehow, on the edge of night,

My life becomes simpler than ever I knew.

Through the haze of fear that clouded my world,

I see the person I should have been.

The lifetimes I should have led 

And the people I should have saved.

The men I should have kissed 

The ones I should never have held.

This edge cuts me like a knife.