"With her notepad in hand, she opens it up and begins to Write,
Scribbling down how she's living in total darkness while everyone else is enjoying the Light,
Tears running down from eyes as they hit the paper like Grenades,
Cutting through the sheet like a bunch of mini Blades,
As she wraps up her thoughts that were coming from her Dome,
She begins to start going in the direction of her house as she heads Home,
Putting her key in the keyhole and she gives it a twist as the door Unlocks,
Her mother and her father are in the living room having one of their many Talks ...
©jamaree
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