Staring frantically through broken light, I shouldn't be driving so late at night. I clean my windshield, but the damn thing smears; tear-streaked and desperate, I'm shaking but making it home--where I'm lonely. I'm lonely and content. I'll go out and I'll laugh and I'll come home confident. Home (and alone). Please just get me back here in one piece--I'm breathing a sigh of relief. What'll happen to the pieces we've lost? They'll finally find their way home. And I'll come home confident.
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