I woke up that morning
And the bed was gone
So was the fridge and everything inside
The dresser followed and the pictures
I kissed our daughter
Held her tightly
You said you were leaving
I told you not to come back
The place looked bald
Just the couch stayed
I've never known silence like this
Twisting my insides
Silence in my head
I always wanted this
But not like this
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