Our house is empty.
The walls are bare, the house is vacant.
It seems smaller.
Its not just empty, its void.
Void of color, happiness, joy.
Its a shell of a house, no longer a home.
The walls are white,
The carpet beige.
Sad.
The memories have faded.
Our house is empty.
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