It's our last night in this house.
If I stop to think about it I will burst in to tears.
And I probably won't stop.
I don't want to be here anymore but I don't want to leave.
I just want to be there.
I tell myself it's not "our house" anymore.
It hasn't been for a long time.
Most of our belongings are packed.
The walls are blank once more.
Memories echo in the emptiness.
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