Carl Gene - Abode

I can't find comfort sleeping in the house you died in
This place doesn't feel like home
Your voice carried through the house

Waking up in this abode is hell on earth

There is an unavoidable emptiness filling my soul
It has been a week and a day since you took your life

Written by:
Carl Smith

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