A quiet home
The feeling heavy in the room
Paper shredded on the floor cards lay open
Tape ripped across the pages blurring the last I Love You
Keep searching
Unwanted answers await in the house
But she's gone and nothing else matters
Our last moment ripped from the card on the floor
Our last memory one I wish I could forget
Merry Christmas baby girl
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