My headlights on my truck are growing dim with the passion in my heart for this road.
This job is tearing me to pieces with every mile I travel.
My eyes are growing tired and my heart is growing weary.
I'm starting to miss my home as I am starting to miss looking up in the night sky at the stars.
I am going crazy from not being able to see the ones I love.
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