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Grounded

Tears stain my face
The door is shut
I hate being
In this dark and
Depressing room
Solitary

There is no one,
On one to help
To talk to me,
They take away
Contact, with those
Who live outside

Why they do this
For just petty crimes
Doesn’t make sense
Not in my mind
Their hearts are cold
They’ve lost their minds





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