I'm standing in the middle of the road,
The lines under me, beneath my shadow.
Blurs of metal pass, clear portraits of faces stop to watch me..
I take a step, but am frozen.
The once clear highway is swallowed in traffic.
Burning debris, clouds of smoke,
Inhalation of silence and poison.
If I withhold the truth, this road will end.....
Honesty will burn you like I have.
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