When you get to the edge everything seems impossible. When you get there, people cease to be what they used to be, life issues start to gain an unproportional dimension, situations are always problems and the solutions are far too distant to be found.
Shit happens more often when you are on the edge. When you are there, most of thoughts are pessimist, most of plans are unreal, most of dreams are nightmares or just unachieved objectives. Paths once chosen prove to be all wrong and you turn yourself into a prisoner of a letargic prison of mind, of will.
Every single moment is arbitrary, there are no rules, no hope as well. Facts are  just misunderstoods or random acts, coincidences. You can`t see purpose how you used to. You do realize your sight is damaged, you just don`t know if it is forever or just for an instance. You are stuck.
When you are on the edge, there are two common questions: should I walk back or simply jump to see what is down there? On the edge, you know that none of them are the answer, but you need to move on. 

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