1 year later.

My cracked, grass stained skin covered the earth.

Insects, people, animals walked and lived ontop of me.

I had learnt the biggest secret of all.

The secret of the earth.

We're chosen.

We're selected at birth.

To give our lives.

For the earth.

To become the earth.

To make the earth.

We are the mud.

The dirt.

The routine has been going on for generations.

All of us pilled in layers.

We are desperate to escape.

But we cannot leave.

We're trapped.

In the cycle

Of the Earth.

The End

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