This house is empty.
I wander through room after room, my footfalls echoing on the hard wood floors.
Room after room vacant.
Empty.
Devoid of character, life, laughter.
All those things that make us human.
All those things that drive us, set our course.
My house is empty and as I look out the windows,
I see the light from other windows.
Hear the laughter in other rooms and I wonder where I am.
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