It's one of those nights when there's nothing. Tomorrow will come, and then that's it. The first day of the rest of my life. If I hate it, if I'm not brave enough, or not strong enough, or I can't make it work, then everything will change again.
There's nothing for me now. Nothing but tomorrow and wondering if I'll even get through it. The worst of it is I won't be alone, crying on a stretch of highway. Everyone will be there watching me, and failing won't be an option. I'm afraid.
And all I want is for you to make me laugh again.
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